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      Explicit
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  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Hermione_Granger/Viktor_Krum
  Character:
      Hermione_Granger, Viktor_Krum
  Series:
      Part 1 of Hermione
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      Published: 2017-02-25 Completed: 2017-06-22 Chapters: 2/2 Words: 5404
****** An Interesting Study Session ******
by ladyroxanne21
Summary
     Viktor needs help studying so he asks Hermione.
Notes
     Written for Round 8 of HP Kinkfest
     Prompt Number: H16 by lenaa1987
     Thank you lenaa for the prompt! :-D
***** Chapter 1 *****
So there's this boy I like. I can't do much about it though because he's my
best friend and I know he's not ready for a relationship yet. He's a bit
clueless really, and seems like he's still in the stage that he doesn't realize
that girls are girls... If you know what I mean. In the meantime, I'm waiting
for him to fall in love with me, but that doesn't mean that I'm being a
particularly good girl about it...
Every day after school lets out, I take my homework into the library and get it
done as quickly as possible. It just works out the best for me that way. I can
get it all done right away, and then when I go back to my dorm, I have nothing
to worry about... unless I'm obsessing about an assignment I've already
finished, but that's beside the point.
Lately, I've noticed something unusual. There's an exchange student who's been
staying at Hogwarts for the Triwizard Tournament, and he's really  not  the
type to do his homework. He's what you might call athletic. I myself would have
never known him from any other Joe, but my best friend – Ron – almost squealed
out loud when he first saw him.
As I learned over the summer during the Quidditch Cup, this exchange student is
pretty famous. I don't really care about that since his fame is entirely
athletic. Although, I will admit that he's sort of cute – in a perpetually
confused sort of way. Which makes sense because he is  not  the sharpest tool
in the shed.
Thus, imagine my surprise when I noticed him hanging out in the  library  after
school! And it wasn't just once or twice, but for close to two whole weeks.
Long enough to make me wonder if he was smarter than he generally let on.
Except, well, he didn't actually read any books. He simply pretended to read
while he watched me. It took me far longer than it should have to realize this,
but that was mostly because I couldn't  believe  that anyone (famous or not)
would be watching  me  like that!
For a few days, I mentally debated talking to him. There  had  to be a reason
he was mildly stalking me, right? A real reason, not just a vague: “you're
pretty and I think I might like you,” kind of reason.
Just when I was gathering up my courage to go ask him what was up and tell him
off if I had to, he came over to me. I looked up in surprise as he sat down at
the table I was using. It was covered in books I had used while researching a
report, so I hadn't expected anyone to bother me.
With great respect, he placed small papers in the books to mark where I'd had
them open, closed them, and then set them aside. I was so flustered that I
could do nothing but let my mouth hang open in shock. What I really wanted to
do was shout at him for touching the books before I was done with them!
“I love watching you read,” Viktor murmured. “I could do it all day. You don't
just scrunch up your eyes in confusion and growl in frustration – like I do.
You actually smile and understand what you are reading... Even this book!” He
held up a muggle book titled: Quantum: Einstein, Bohr, and the Great Debate
about the Nature of Reality by Manjit Kumar – who was the foremost authority on
Theoretical Magic in conjunction with Muggle Physics; Quantum or otherwise.
I was taken aback. “Uh... Thanks? I think...”
“None of this makes sense to me,” Viktor confessed. “Reading is one of the
hardest things I ever try to do. I spend hours every night trying to do my
homework, and often don't finish even one assignment because I just can't get
through it.”
I was sympathetic, so I tried to be as nice as possible as I asked a rather
bitchy question. “So? What does that have to do with me?”
He sighed in frustration. “Well, the thing is that I am failing all my classes.
This isn't a surprise, but... My Professors keep telling me I just have to try
harder, but they just don't understand that I  am trying my hardest!”
He sighed again, and the sheer misery on his face made me keep my mouth shut. I
was tempted to tell him to go away though. I myself had very little patience or
time for people who couldn't do their homework. My best friends could both
attest to that! Although, they were of the opinion that I continually nagged
them to do their homework.
In addition to the one I really like that I mentioned above, Ron, I had another
best friend – Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived. The three of us were like peas
in a pod... except for while doing our homework. I sat down and got mine done
rather quickly and easily while they went to our house common room after
classes let out for the day and procrastinated while claiming that they were
working on it. I couldn't be around them at such a time because their fidgeting
alone was enough to send me into rage mode!
“Anyway...” Viktor seemed to be getting to the point. “My Professors and my
coach have all threatened me... I'll be removed from my team if I don't get my
grades up!” Since he was an internationally famous Quidditch player, I was
pretty sure they were having him on.
However, he said that as if it was the worst tragedy imaginable. I had to bite
back a nasty retort and the urge to roll my eyes. With a very soft sigh of just
barely held in check frustration, I decided to offer him some wisdom.
“Perhaps being off the team for a while would be a good thing. If you are
struggling so much, you should probably use the time you normally play
Quidditch to see a tutor. A good tutor would be able to help you understand
your schoolwork, which in turn will help you pass your NEWTs and get a good
career – should playing Quidditch ever become impossible.”
He smiled at me in a way that made me wonder if  he  was patiently trying not
to roll his eyes.
“You don't understand,” he informed me. I'd swear that he was smirking at me a
bit sarcastically. This made me narrow my eyes and purse my lips. “I don't
really care if I pass my NEWTs, since I don't need them. I'm already set to
sign another three year contract as Seeker for my team. Did you know that I won
the Quidditch Cup?”
“Yes...” I murmured softly since I had been there to see it. This was why Ron
still watched Viktor with a mildly moony expression whenever he could.
“So you see,” he stated with a smile. “I'm really good at Quidditch. It's like
I close my eyes and my body just does what I need it to. If only my mind worked
the same...” He sighed morosely.
I literally could not think of a good thing to say to that. Deep down, I was a
tiny bit jealous. I was born with two left feet and couldn't even dance! I'd
seriously consider giving up half my extra smarts if I could have some of his
athletic talent. Judging by the look he gave me, he was wishing sort of the
same thing, but in reverse.
“So...” he drawled hesitantly. “I was wondering if you'd consider helping me.
Maybe if you went through my homework with me, I might understand it better,
and at least pass my tests. This would bring up my grades enough that I
wouldn't have to worry about getting kicked off my team.”
“Viktor! You are seriously asking the wrong person here! I mean think about it,
you've stalked me enough to know that I have two best friends, right? Well ask
them; I have no patience for tutoring!” I protested with some mildly frantic
waves of my hands. I didn't want to be responsible for the possibility that he
might actuallyget kicked off his team if I couldn't help him.
He looked utterly depressed all of a sudden. “I see...” A moment passed in
silence, and then he bit his lower lip in thought. “What about this? Would you
consider just helping me memorize the questions that will be on my tests? My
Professors have decided to give me flash cards to help me out, but it all boils
down to reading... I try but I just can't do it very well at all.”
I rather abruptly pushed my chair back, stood up, and stared him in the eyes.
“You mean to say that you can't read at all?!”
He sighed in frustration again. “I can read, but it takes me forever!” He then
pulled a scroll out of his bag. “We had to write a simple book report... even
though it took me weeks to read the book, I did my best, and then I wrote the
report. Here, see for yourself!”
I almost dropped the report that he thrust into my hands, but then I held it
steady and read it. The first two feet were the official report and the last
five or six feet were notes and his rough draft. The official report was short
and to the point, giving an overview of the plot and which parts he liked or
disliked about it.
The report was full of mistakes. Not spelling errors so much – as I assume that
a spell to check for errors took care of those for him – but he frequently used
the wrong form of a word – such as there when it should have been they're.
Things like that.
I flipped to the notes portion. These were everything he had written down to
start with, such as the details and requirements of the assignment. Notes and
thoughts he'd written down as he read the book. I assume he had been required
to include these to prove he had read the book and not just a very thorough
description of it. Trying to read his extremely messy handwriting was a
nightmare in and of itself. But as I worked through it, I realized something
important...
A lot of the words that were spelled wrong were actually correct except for
letters in the middle being switched. Another example, he almost always wrote
the word and as: a d n …
“You're dyslexic!” I exclaimed in astonishment. “How have you made it this far
without someone trying to help you overcome this?”
He shrugged. “I know spells that help me hide it...”
“But I don't think you should hide it!” I protested hotly. “I think you should
have a professional therapist or something!”
He shook his head. “I don't want that.”
I half sighed, half growled in frustration. “Well then you don't deserve my
help either!”
“Please?!” He begged softly. “I don't know why, but somewhere deep down, I just
know that you can help me!”
I took a deep breath, held it for several seconds, and then exhaled slowly.
“Let me see those flash cards?”
He dug around in his bag again, and then handed me a thick stack of cards. They
had been written on thick parchment, which had been cut into cards, and were
separated into different classes by color spells to keep them organized. I
looked through them quickly.
A surreptitious glance at him showed that his eyes were slightly bulged and his
mouth nearly gaped open as he watched me literally read a stack of 15 or 20
cards for his history class in about a minute flat. His eyes focusing on mine
let me know that he saw me actually reading them – as opposed to just flipping
through them without reading them. Speed reading was a skill of mine...
I sighed in defeat... and a strange feeling like I would be a total and
completely heartless bitch if I didn't at least  try  to help him out.
“Fine. I tell you what, I'll try to help you if you promise to help me in
return,” I stated, suggesting that we make a deal.
“If I can, I'd be glad to help you, but I am a bit terrified to think about
what you could possibly need help with!” He blurted out, his eyes goggling as
he glanced at a book titled: Astronomy 101: From the Sun and Moon to Worm Holes
and Warp Drive, Key Theories, Discoveries, and Facts About the Universe by
Carolyn Collins Petersen – a muggle that had no idea how close some of her
thesis' came to magical theory as well.
I looked down at my hands in silence for a few seconds as I debated doing this.
This could be considered low... especially for me. And by that, I mean that I
am a Gryffindor who is supposed to help others rather than make decisions based
on how much they will work in  my  favor. You know, what was  supposed  to be
the morally right thing to do.
“Here's the thing, Viktor,” I finally stated, coming to a decision to go for it
after all. “I tend to obsess. I can get all my homework done in a matter of
hours, and then spend the rest of the night sleepless because I can't stop
thinking about it. It's not enough for me to get 90 or 95 percent right. If I
think that I might be even the slightest bit wrong about the tiniest detail,
I'll dive back into research until I have verified it from at least three
different sources above and beyond the three I used originally!”
I growled in frustration, and then exhaled to try to calm down and move on.
“Anyway, I've discovered that this does me no good and that I am far better if
I take my mind off it and do something else for a while... Are you opposed
to...” I stopped, scrunching up my face and body as if I was half afraid that
he would laugh at or hit me.
“What?” He wondered with intense curiosity.
I held my breath for a moment again, and then forced myself to just spit it
out. “Sex. Are you opposed to sex?”
He literally bit his tongue and held it as he cycled through several emotions.
I could see disbelief, curiosity, eagerness, disbelief again, and then finally
suspicion. “No... I'm not, but I don't think you're being serious. I think you
might be trying to set me up.”
Knowing that we were alone in the Library – except for Madam Pince – who was
busying doing her job many aisles away, nowhere near us – I decided to just be
honest.
“I am not trying to set you up. It's something I do... I have sex when I
realize I'm obsessing about something. It gets me out of my head – so to
speak.”
He crossed his arms and sat back in his chair. “So you're asking if I'll have
sex with you in exchange for you helping me with my flash cards?”
I gave him a mysterious smirk. “Actually, I was thinking that maybe we could do
both at the same time.”
He narrowed his eyes suspiciously again. “Uh...huh... how?”
Taking a look around to see if there was anything I needed to grab, I realized
that I was actually done with all the books on the table. So I slung my bag
over my shoulder and grabbed his hand.
“Come on!” I urged as I dragged him away. He just barely remembered to grab his
own bag as he followed me. I led him out to the large forest that bordered the
school on one side. The non forbidden portion of it.
It was one of the few parts of the forest that students avoided since is was so
very close to the Forbidden Forest. It also contained a couple of plants that
were being preserved solely for study during certain classes. I knew from
experience that it had excellent privacy most of the time. Especially after
school.  No one wanted to come here if there was no reason to.
Locating a small clearing that could not be seen from the school nor Hagrid's
Hut or the Greenhouses on the other side of the trees, I gently tossed my bag
to the ground. Then I pulled a brown eyeliner out of my pocket. It was muggle
and the  only  concession I made to so-called beauty. I actually liked it
because it made my eyes appear bigger and more intelligent, and was so subtle
that no one had ever realized that I wore it.
“Let's play a game,” I suggested with a mischievous smirk. “Sit there while I
explain.”
Viktor sat in a sunny patch and set his bag next to mine. I'd stuffed his flash
cards in my pocket at some point, so I pulled them out to make sure I had them,
and then stuck them back in my right skirt pocket. Next, I abruptly pulled my
shirt off.
“I'll go through the cards and write the answers to the questions on my body,”
I began the explanation as I reached back and unfastened the hooks of my bra.
“Then I'll ask you the questions. You can search my body for the answers, and
when you find the right one, you have to kiss it.”
I then removed my skirt leaving my red, lace-edged panties on for the moment. I
could hear him inhale in surprise – first when I removed my shirt, then when I
removed my bra. He seemed to be expecting me to remove my skirt since it was
obvious that I was stripping off by that point, but then he inhaled a gasp when
I told him that he'd be kissing me.
He adjusted the way he was sitting, and then looked away with a blush.
“O...okay... I think I can do that.”
I laughed softly, half in love with his thick Bulgarian accent. “And then when
you've memorized one class, we'll wipe all the answers off and start over with
the next class.”
“That sounds... really fun actually!” He admitted, obviously enthusiastic about
my game now.
I turned around and flipped through the flash cards for his history class,
writing down the answers all over my body. Lucky for me that I have the ability
to ignore how much that tickled!
When I was done, I stood before him and twisted side to side so he could see
all the answers. He looked me over with interest, his eyes lingering on my
breasts. Each breast had a date written on it. I honestly figured that dates
were the hands down hardest thing to remember, and this might make it easiest
for him.
“First question: Who was the most famous leader during the Goblin War?” I
asked, reading off a flash card.
He examined my body, trying to find a name to match to the question. His hands
slowly traced some of the words written. I could see him trying to read them,
his brows furrowing in concentration. Finally, he kissed a spot on my left hip.
I looked to see that he had gotten the right answer.
“Hmm...” I murmured with a genuinely pleased grin. “So you do know.”
“I guessed,” he admitted with a blush. “But I am pretty sure that I won't
forget it after this!”
“I'm sure!” I agreed with a laugh. “Next question...”
For at least half an hour, I read off questions and he answered them. Not  only
did he easily memorize the facts, but he also memorized where the answers were
located on my body. After two and a half more hours, we had gone through the
entire pack of flash cards, twice.
Interestingly, when he didn't have to read, he learned quickly. I grinned at
him. By now, I was more than ready to have sex, but I thought that I should
change things up and make sure he really had learned.
“Take off your shirt!” I commanded urgently.
“Are we going to have sex now?” He wondered with a sexy grin.
“Not just yet,” I informed him. “I'm going to write the numbers one through
twenty on your chest, and then ask you questions at random. When you get one
right, I'll kiss the corresponding number.”
Viktor had pulled his shirt off, and now sat staring at his chest. His brows
were furrowed in thought. “ Just  my chest?” He wondered.
“I guess that's up to you,” I replied with a smirk.
He seemed to debate with himself for a moment, and then nodded as he apparently
made a decision. A moment later, he removed his trousers and pushed his pants
down very low. Low enough that while he  wasn't  exposing his hard shaft, I
could clearly see it straining to break free.
Taking my eyeliner, I wrote the number one on his neck. Putting a good inch or
more of space between each number, I traveled ever farther down. He protested
when I wrote 21-25 – since I had only mentioned going to 20 – but since they
were all on the very small portion of skin directly above his penis, he didn't
seriously argue with me about it.
Setting the eyeliner aside, I grabbed the flash cards and mixed them all
completely up. Now he could be asked any of the questions from any of the
classes in any order. I read the first one – its answer was one of the dates
that had been on my breast in the very beginning.
“1879!” He blurted out, proving that he clearly could learn when the
information was provided in a way he understood.
I straddled his lap and kissed his neck, taking the time to lick him and leave
a hickey. He moaned in enjoyment, grabbing my face so that he could kiss my
lips. I let him for a few seconds, and then pulled away.
“I don't kiss, sorry,” I informed him. It was one of those weird things that I
couldn't explain, but it was true.
“Oh,” he murmured in disappointment.
I asked him another question, and then another. Eventually – actually,
surprisingly quickly – I was on question 23.
“Oh God!” He blurted out. “If you keep that up, I think I'm going to squirt!”
I pulled back to smile at him. Interesting! I wasn't even touching his penis!
He took a few deep breaths. Meanwhile, I waited until he had calmed down. About
two minutes later, I wondered if I should just end our game and go back to
Gryffindor Tower for now.
“Okay,” he stated with an exhalation. “I'm certain that you can ask me the next
question.”
After he answered questions 24 and 25 correctly, I rewarded him by slipping my
hand inside his pants, pulling out his oozing shaft, and licking him up and
down. Next, I started to create a hickey on his balls, but he urgently pressed
on my head with a hand.
“If you are serious about having sex, then you have to give me another moment,”
he nearly whispered. A blush told me that he was either ashamed or embarrassed
to admit that.
Shifting until I wasn't touching him at all, I dug around in my bag. I had a
few different types of muggle condoms to choose from because the two other boys
I had been with – both muggleborn Ravenclaws – each preferred different ones. I
chose a thicker one that was supposed to help delay blokes who were very
sensitive. This wasn't any sort of judgment against him, I just figured that
I'd already gotten him close a couple of times, and so he was very likely extra
sensitive at the moment.
I opened the little metallic looking plastic package with my teeth, and then
pulled the condom out. He looked at me curiously. Inexplicably, this made me
shy.
“What?” I asked a bit defensively.
“You've clearly done this before, which I did not expect at all,” he replied.
“I'm not trying to imply this is a bad thing. I just... well I thought you were
one of those girls that buried her nose in a book because she didn't want to
think about boys yet.”
I smiled at him. Honestly, it felt like a compliment the way he said it!
“Well... I thought that you were probably a playboy who slept around, but now I
am pretty sure you're not.”
He cringed slightly. “What gave me away?” He wondered.
I looked up as I thought this over. “Nothing in particular... It's just that I
think... well, if you truly slept around, you probably would have insisted that
we progress to sex a couple of hours ago. Just so you know, I wouldn't have
objected.”
“So... Do you now think I'm a virgin or something?” He wondered, a frown
letting me know that he wasn't sure whether or not to be insulted.
I prepared the condom, and then slowly rolled it onto his shaft. “No... I think
that you're probably like me. You've probably done it with one or two girls,
but not a lot. You're still not entirely sure what you're doing.”
He laughed softly. “For someone not sure you know what you're doing, you
definitely have a lot of confidence!”
“That's because I'm having a lot more fun than I usually do,” I confessed with
a blush.
“Same here,” he informed me, rolling me onto my back. I wrapped my legs around
him, giving him clear access and permission to enter me.
Even with a thicker condom, he didn't last more than five minutes, but that's
really okay. He had power in his thrusts that shook my whole body. I found the
experience both rough and strangely wonderful. After he was done, he shifted so
that he was kneeling but still inside me.
“After my very first time, I called my dad and told him that I felt bad because
I had no idea how to make a girl feel good,” he explained. “My dad suggested
that if I do this... I will probably leave you feeling every bit as good as I
do.”
He then pressed his thumb to my clitoris and rubbed it gently but steadily as
he rocked his body slowly. OH MY GOD! I suddenly felt a fire in my body like
never before. It really didn't take all that long, maybe five minutes though it
felt like much less, before suddenly I was squealing as I curled my body into
his.
I clung to him as he continued the little circles of his thumb. A few seconds
later, I couldn't take any more. “Okay okay!” I cried out, trying to push him
away. He took the hint and removed his hand from between my legs.
“Can I steal just one kiss?” Viktor whispered hotly in my ear.
Still breathless, I nodded. He kissed me so deeply that I almost wished that we
could start over and have sex again. When he was done, he chuckled.
“I can't wait to study again!”
I laughed in response to that. “Me either!”
 
***** Chapter 2 *****
Chapter Summary
     After another study session, Viktor and Hermione are walked in on.
Chapter Notes
     Warning, this is only a drabble :-)
See the end of the chapter for more notes
I gasped – sounding almost strangled – as Viktor licked and nipped my clitoris.
He already had me so close! I felt like I was about to shatter into a thousand
pieces.
He must have decided that he wanted to be inside me when it happened because he
sat up and lifted my hips so that my bum was about a foot off the floor. My
knees now formed 90 degree angles with my feet supporting my weight. We were
laying next to the enormous tub in the Prefects' bathroom, and the steam made
both our bodies glisten erotically.
Before Viktor entered me – now kneeling between my legs – he pressed his thumb
to my clit and rubbed firmly in that way he well knew by now that I just loved.
I shuddered uncontrollably, nearly ready to beg him to fuck me. Merlin's hairy
prick! Sex with him was always so much fun!
Fortunately for us, we had discovered contraceptive spells so that we didn't
need to waste time on condoms. Thus, when Viktor shoved himself inside me in
that powerful way of his, I didn't have to worry about anything. I simply
allowed myself to be in the moment.
His shaft was rather short but thick – sort of like him in general. He was
taller than me, but only average height for a man; with thick and powerful
muscles. His hands stroked my body – which was covered in the answers to test
questions from earlier – before grabbing my hips and pulling on them as he
rammed home again.
This time, when his thumb returned to my clit, a powerful thrust hit something
that made me squeal. Not just squeal! I squirted a stream of liquid all over
him, my whole body shaking from the experience more violently than ever before.
“Hermione!” My best friend Harry cried out in alarm as he burst into the
Prefects' bathroom. He stopped short and turned an alarming shade of red as he
slapped a hand over his eyes. “Sorry!” He spun around to face the door that was
now shut again. “I thought you were screaming for an entirely different
reason.”
I was feeling so relaxed and happy at the moment that I giggled rather
inappropriately. “Nope! Not hurt in the slightest!”
Viktor chuckled at that. I was tempted to apologize that the mood was ruined,
meaning that he probably wouldn't get to have an orgasm, but then I realized
that he already had. Either mine had set him off, or being walked in on had.
He pulled out and helped me to my feet. “Next time, I'd like to draw a bunny on
you before we have our fun.”
I purred happily and kissed his cheek. “I'd like that. I should probably go
now, but you are going to need to bathe so that you don't smell like me so
strongly.”
Chuckling again, Viktor picked up my bathrobe and draped it over my shoulders.
“Same time tomorrow?”
Grinning, I nodded and kissed his cheek again. “Definitely.”
Knowing that I didn't like to kiss in general, he pressed an affectionate
smooch to the back of my hand. “See you then.”
With a smile and a nod, I finished fastening my robe, summed my bag, and walked
over to Harry. “Were you planning to take a bath?”
He shook his head rather fervently, still very red and not able to look me in
the eye. “I was looking for you to ask for help with something. I had just
spotted your name on my map when I heard you screaming, and I thought...”
Laughing softly, I kissed him on the cheek. “Well, if I had needed a rescue,
I'd have been glad you were so close by. Come on, you need me to help you with
the next task, right?”
Nodding, he still wouldn't look at me, but didn't protest when I linked my arm
through his. “Yeah. I have this terrible feeling that I'm missing something
important.”
With a shrug, I led him out of the bathroom. We were both silent as we walked
for a few minutes, and then Harry cleared his throat. “Er... You probably want
me to keep my mouth shut about...”
I shrugged. “Ever since the Yule Ball, people have known that I'm sort of
seeing Viktor, so I suppose that it wouldn't matter if you told people. That
said, it's really nobody's business.”
“Even Ron's?” Harry asked quietly.
“Ron's not ready for a relationship yet,” I stated, knowing it was true. He'd
waited until the last second before the ball to ask me because he hadn't
remembered I was a girl in addition to being a best friend. I was more than
happy to wait for him.
Smiling faintly, Harry finally looked at me. “Alright. I won't tell Ron. Just
promise me that if Ron finds out and this becomes a big fight between you two,
that you won't put me in the middle.”
Smiling, I gave him a hug, noticing a beetle flying around a light down the
corridor. “I won't, I promise.”
And with that, we returned to our common room to study.
 
Chapter End Notes
     I had always planned to have a second part to this story to make it
     clear that these two had fun but weren't serious about each other.
     Also, to throw in a tidbit to link it to another story :-D
     Hopefully it being so short isn't a deterrent :-)
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