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Five Times Books Didn't Have All the Answers (RW/HG)
Title: Five Times Books Didn't Have All the Answers
Word Count: 471
Pairing: RW/HG
Rating: PG13 for mention of bits and bobbles

1) When Hermione found out she was a Witch, she'd never actually used magic consciously. In fact, she really couldn't remember anything 'magical' happening to her at all as a child. So she read every book she could on what magic was. But once she got a wand in her hand and used it for the first time, she realised there really was no way to explain magic. It just was, though it didn't stop her from trying to define it all her life.

2) There were many, many books on dealing with death, grief, and mourning; none of them prepared her for the raw weight of George's grief after the war. He was a shadow of his ebullient self without Fred there; he often left sentences incomplete and then spooked, when no-one finished them for him. Once, when they got him pissed enough to take the edge off, he'd plaintitively asked Hermione, "Would he want me to make the best of it? Or does he wish I'd hurry up and die too, so we'd be back together?" She didn't know what to say.

3) When Hermione learned she was a Witch, she found loads of books on how to tell her friends, family, and anyone else what she was. But when Harry woke up in St. Mungos after he'd sacrificied all his magic to defeat Voldemort, there wasn't a single book that said how to tell Harry he was no longer a Wizard.

4) Before she and Ron went on their Honeymoon, Hermione read every sex book she could get ahold of until she was chock-full of words like 'clitoris' and 'labia' and 'scrotum' and 'perinium'. But when it came down to it, Ron told her to stop thinking so much and just let go and enjoy it and that they didn't have to 'get it right' the first time. So she did, and it was brilliant, and later she even wrote a book on how to just enjoy sex (though Ron made her publish it under a fake name because it made his ears turn red).

5) When Hermione was pregnant with her first child, she was afraid she would make a horrible mum, even though she could open her own library with the amount of parenting books she'd bought. Molly's assurances that it was 'just something you learned' didn't make her feel better, and even during the fifteen hours of hard labor to bring her daughter into the world she fretted in between contractions. But when, after 15 hours of labor her daughter was fianlly placed into her arms, red as a lobster and face scrunched up in a wail, she knew she'd do anything for her just then. And it only took her another twenty years to understand that that was what made her a good mum.