Looks for answers

Placing the tome onto a nearby table, left open on the opening page. Scratching his palm periodically as he glances down at it frowning, his glasses almost falling down of his nose. Hermione joining next to him rubbing her arm against his sending little electric shots through his body of pleasure, A little moan escaping past his lips and once again bring his mind to naughtier thoughts.

"I think you do need to have another check over harry, you don't seem to be full healed" her concern evident even as she waves her wand over the book casting some sort of spell over it. A few seconds of nothing before it glows a deep red, a hiss is followed before it turns back to it's original colour.

"oh harry this is not good, no cursed items were meant to be in this library, Molly said they were all in the basement." her concern growing as she turns to look at harry, analysing him. "we are going to have to tell Dumbledore, he will know what to do" instantly turning on her heels attempting to walk away but failing as Harry's hand grabs her by the shoulder stopping any movement.

"Please Hermione can we try and figure this out first before involving Dumbledore or the others? I'm sure it is nothing serious and you are the smartest witch of our generation and can figure out anything.... i believe in you" his eyes were pleading with her, softly glowing even slightly mesmerising as she looked into his green orbs. A new feeling welling up inside him as he pushes his needs onto Hermione. Panting slightly from the strain leaving him more tired. *Her eyes are soo pretty*

"okay harry, but if we can't figure this out by tomorrow we will have to find someone" allowing Harry to convince her of this stupidity, her mind lingering on those smokey eyes. "Look through the shelves for anything to do with unusual curses" tapping her chin in thought thinking that is a small list before adding a couple others "myths, tales and fables also".

They both split up taking different parts of the library, pulling out any books that may even hold a hint or scrap of information they require. Harry's issues only grow more insistent as time goes on. *why won't this go down* shifting it around in trousers trying to find any spot where it does not rub in such a distracting way. His eyes following Hermione whenever she is not looking at him, catching himself staring more than once at her ass before coming too again.

An hour of this **** later and a small pile of random books adorn the table with the black tome that bit harry. "well lets get started harry, maybe one of these will tell us about the Byzantine curse"