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Pansy's Volcano	By : Bluemidget57 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 206382 -:- Recommendations : 6 -:- Currently Reading : 8
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Chapter List
- 1-Pansy's Volcano
- 2-Two
- 3-Three
- 4-Four
- 5-Five
- 6-Six
- 7-Seven
- 8-Eight
- 9-Nine
- 10-Ten
- 11-Eleven
- 12-Twelve
- 13-Thirteen
- 14-Fourteen
- 15-Fifteen
- 16-Sixteen
- 17-Seventeen
- 18-Eighteen
- 19-Nineteen
- 20-Twenty
- 21-Twenty one
- 22-Twenty Two
- 23-Twenty Three
- 24-Twenty Four
- 25-Twenty Five
- 26-Twnety Six
- 27-Twenty Seven
- 28-Twenty Eight
- 29-Twenty Nine
- 30-Thirty
- 31-Thirty one
- 32-Thirty Two
- 33-Thirty Three
- 34-Thirty Four
- 35-Thirty Five
- 36-Thirty Six
- 37-Thirty Seven
- 38-Thirty Eight
- 39-Thirty Nine
- 40-Forty
- 41-Forty One
- 42-Forty Two
- 43-Forty Three
- 44-Forty Four
- 45-Forty Five
- 46-Forty Six
- 47-Forty Seven
- 48-Forty Eight
- 49-Forty Nine
- 50-Fifty
- 51-Fifty One
- 52-52
- 53-53
- 54-54
- 55-55
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I am only playing with someone else�s toys.
Chapter Thirteen
The 1^st to 3^rd years had to leave at 10.00pm although they complained bitterly about the early curfew; Hermione heard random bits of conversation as she circulated the Great Hall rounding them up and encouraging them on their way. It seemed that without exception everyone had found the night to be an unqualified success. She thought most of the younger students were far too excited to sleep anyway, but she directed the 5^th year Gryffindor prefects to accompany their charges to the common room, and do their best to motivate them to retire for the night.
She would far rather have gone herself to herd them to bed, and be done with Malfoy�s disturbing presence for the evening, but Dumbledore had been casting her significant glances for the past half hour, and although she had spread herself evenly amongst every house this evening, she knew she would have to seek out the Head Boy and be visible in his company again shortly. She only hoped the few hours of distance had cooled her hormones after all the casual brushing and reaching at dinner which had sent them into a frenzy.
As the last stragglers of the lower years drifted out of the Hall accompanied by their respective prefects, Hermione sighed and braced herself to seek out Malfoy. However, before she could even wonder where to look for him, Ron was beside her drawing her into a close dance to much slower music than had been playing previously. Hermione thought about telling him that Dumbledore was watching her and expecting results, but she had only danced twice with Ron tonight, and she thought even the Headmaster could not begrudge them one more dance before she stepped back into Head Girl mode.
Hermione was physically tired and mentally drained; being on display in a costume she found uncomfortably revealing, worrying about her reactions to Malfoy, and organizing tonight�s event had robbed her of her usual energy, and she rested her head against Ron�s shoulder drifting aimlessly with the music. She was hardly aware of how close he had drawn her, relishing the chance to relax briefly before the obligations reared up again.
She didn�t really notice that the room was darker and seemingly more intimate with the younger students gone. Ron snuggled her closer to him and their movements slowed to a gentle swaying as she tried to clear her mind of the evening�s stress. She was consequently shocked when he applied pressure to the back of her head and titled her face up from his shoulder so that he could cover her mouth with his own, and when she realised he was actually snogging her fiercely in the middle of the Great Hall in front of the remaining students and Professors she struggled backwards in embarrassment.
�What are you doing, Ron?� she whispered urgently. �Everyone can see!�
Ron looked a little affronted at her forceful withdrawal. �Nothing that everyone else isn�t doing, Mione,� he said in a wounded tone, and casting her eyes quickly around the room, Hermione was forced to admit that he was correct to an extent. Many couples were dancing slowly and involved in varying intensities of public embraces.
�I�m sorry,� she mumbled remorsefully. �I just wasn�t expecting it, and I don�t want the Headmaster telling me I�m behaving inappropriately for my position. He had expectations of me for this evening -�
�Stop it, Mione,� Ron said irritably. �I know he made rules for you, but you�ve been off behaving like the perfect Head Girl all night. Surely we can have one slow dance without your responsibilities interfering!�
Hermione felt terrible. She had been so busy trying to socialise with all the houses as Dumbledore had requested, but at the same time bending the spirit of the request by doing so whilst still managing to avoid Malfoy, that she had pretty much ignored her actual boyfriend. �You�re right,� she said sadly and relaxed back into his arms; he had shed his cloak and mask in the warmth of the Hall. In her guilt and need to compensate Hermione allowed her hand to caress the base of his spine, and with a surprised murmur he reached around and moved her hand so that it was cupping his arse cheek.
Hermione was startled by his boldness; although he had made no attempt to hide his arousal from her since they started dating, she realised suddenly that she still never really perceived him in a sexual way at all.
�No, I�m sorry, Mione,� he said now into her hair. �You�re doing a wonderful job - you�re the best Head Girl the school has ever had, and none of the others had to contend with that bloody ferret either. Do you have any idea how sexy that damn dress is? I promise you I�m not the only guy to think so tonight, and watching you pass from wizard to wizard, seeing them touching you, just made me jealous, is all..�
He knew she was about to object by the way her body instinctively stiffened, and forestalled her by kissing her again, pulling her closer to his body so that she could feel him growing against her stomach. He moaned into her mouth, and all of a sudden Hermione felt her spine shiver, her nipples pulling into tight hard little points and that new throbbing swelling she had only just begun to experience began between her legs; her own breathing sped up as she allowed herself to rub slightly against him.
It was about time that her hormones began responding to the right boy. Damn, but Ron had gotten good at this! A thought occurred to her and she drew back from him; for Hermione, a question required an immediate answer. �Ron,� she whispered, wondering if she was crossing boundaries but it seemed suddenly very important to know the answer to this, �Are you a virgin?�
Whatever Ron had been expecting, it was not that. He jerked upright and stared at her as if he didn�t recognise her, obviously uncertain of what had prompted such a question or whether he should respond to it. However, fate apparently decided that Hermione was not to know the answer to that question today, or even if she had offended him by asking, for a coolly mocking voice beside her left ear suddenly added, �Yes, Weasley, do tell. I�m sure we�d all like to know who�d be desperate enough to shag you!�

Oh shit! Hermione thought, he�s right behind me! And close on the heels of that thought followed the more disturbing realisation that her body was not finally responding to the correct person at all. Instead it had apparently recognised Draco Malfoy even as he approached unseen, and began to prepare itself for him.

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Draco wore a feral smile of satisfaction plastered to his face as he interrupted Hermione�s moment with the Weasel. He had been watching her with one eye all evening, slowly simmering into a state of boiling rage as she changed to partner after partner, but as long as she was not with the Weasel, he managed to contain his jealousy. However, she had been snuggled up to the red headed idiot for far too long now, and the sudden appearance of Dumbledore at his side had for once proved to be a blessing rather than a hindrance.
�Ah, Mr Malfoy,� the Headmaster said narrowing his eyes as he discovered where Draco�s own were resting. �Wonderfully successful evening. I just sat and watched the film with some first years. Very exciting, lots of action. But do you know, I really don�t think that the princess will end up with that young fellow; he seems much more like a brother to her. I think she needs someone more - unconventional; someone with a bit of a Past, a reformed rogue, perhaps? What do you think Mr Malfoy. Might I be correct?�
Draco cast a disbelieving look at Professor Dumbledore, trying to determine whether he was genuinely talking about the movie - if he had actually seen the later episodes, or if he was (and Draco found this suspicion to be verging on the surreal) actually using the plot as a metaphor, and - could it be possible - encouraging Draco to pursue the Gryffindor Head Girl?
Dumbledore waited until he had Draco�s full and rapt attention, then continued mildly. �I thinks its time that our Head Students reunited to see out the dwindling hours of an exceptional evening, don�t you Mr Malfoy? Off you go and get the girl - ah, the Head Girl I mean, of course - and make sure you both circulate together for the rest of the evening.�

Great Merlin, Draco thought, he is - Dumbledore just told me to go ahead and break up the Golden couple! And then, bold as brass, the Headmaster winked at him and moved on to the next group of students, leaving Draco lost in a brand new admiration of the truly Slytherin nature of his headmaster.
Draco glided towards the Head Girl and her consort; he could feel all his senses heightening the closer he approached to Granger, until it felt as though his skin was burning. He came to a halt beside her left elbow, acknowledging that neither she nor the Weasel had been aware of his approach. Granger was concentrating on Weasley with the pensive expression on her face that Draco knew always meant she was working some problem through in her head. At least they had stopped kissing now, and seemed to be in the process of having a very intense conversation; but Weasley was still holding her entirely too close to him for Draco�s liking.
However, whatever sarcastic comment he had been intending to make fell by the wayside as he heard Granger�s muttered query. Both she and the Weasel spun around suddenly aware of his presence as the drawled words fell from his lips into the awkward silence which had followed Hermione�s question. Granger glared at him, and Weasley merely goggled at them both in turn. Apparently, he couldn�t believe either a) that Granger had asked such a thing or b) that Draco could have been blessed with the great good fortune to have overheard it.
Draco looked at them. �What?� he asked, �Oh, come on now - you can�t possibly believe I would just be able to leave that laying there? Come on, Weasley, let�s hear all your romantic secrets. I - hey!� This last in protest as Granger, looking fit to be tied, grabbed hold forcibly to his right arm and dragged him away from the volatile red head before the situation could escalate into outright violence.
�Are you insane?� she hissed at him as she maneuvered him over to a deserted table along the side of the room. �Do you want to start a fight with Ron, because you are certainly going the right way about it.! You have to be the most tactless person I have ever encountered in my whole life! I should have let him hex you, you pompous, arrogant Slytherin git, but -�
�Why, Granger,� he drawled. �I didn�t know you cared. But I can defend myself against one enraged Weasel, so don�t you worry your little head about me -�

�But,� Granger continued repressively as if he had not interrupted, �Dumbledore told us to set an example tonight, and I am sure he didn�t mean in how to start a fight! I at least understand why he wants everyone to get on better. You, however, seem to be just as immature as you were in the second year. Either that, or you have completely lost your mind. That was a private conversation - how could you think even in your wildest dreams that you could ask Ron that -�
�Oh, I didn�t, Granger,� Draco smirked. �It was you doing the asking. I just happened along and wanted to know the answer! But then, you didn�t get your answer either - I know what I think, but what about you? Do you think your boyfriend is all untouched and virginal, waiting for you to give him permission to move to the next step, or do you think he�s been sneaking off with other witches for the past couple of years whilst he waited for you to wake up and smell the wildlife -�
�Ugh, you�re disgusting, Malfoy,� Granger snorted and made to storm away from him, but faster than lightening he had a hold of her wrist.
�Not so fast, Granger,� he said smugly. �The headmaster sent me to find you. He feels we have been lax in appearing together tonight, so for the remainder of the evening we�re to be stuck together like glue. Might as well get used to it!�
Within moments she had worked herself into a fine temper and she was practically vibrating with rage as she glared at Draco. She simply couldn�t believe he had intruded on such an embarrassing and private moment with Ron, and then to mock him as well. She was surprised at herself; she had never been this furious with him before, even after some of the more vicious schemes he had perpetrated in their younger years. In fact, Hermione didn�t think she had ever been so mad at anyone in her whole life before. She felt as though her formidable self control was slipping away, and the knowledge that she could not allow herself the luxury of expressing exactly how she felt because of their visible position and responsibility to set an example for the school, was making her tremble with the effort of holding it all in.
She wanted to hit him, she wanted to yell at him; she wanted to rage at him how it was all his fault that she couldn�t think about being intimate with Ron without his image intruding on her vision, but most of all she wished she could just wake up tomorrow and find out that it was still the first week of term, and then she would make sure she never ever went near the potions lab with Ginny, Luna and Amber.

Draco watched her bent head and quivering shoulders with something that felt strangely like guilt. He had hated seeing her so intimate with the Weasel, but he hated even more seeing how upset she was now. He couldn�t believe what she was doing to his head; ever since he had realised he wanted Hermione Granger his whole life had turned upside down, and now he was even considering apologizing for making fun of Ron Weasley. No, he couldn�t do that - not even for her; it was physiologically impossible. He sighed.
�Look, Granger, would it help if I said I was sorry?� He didn�t just say that! He didn�t! That absolutely, definitely, positively did not just come out of his mouth! Did it?
Apparently.
Her head shot up and she was looking at him with something akin to shock. �What - did you just - apologize to me, Malfoy?� she gasped.
Draco ground his teeth. �I think that�s generally what the word sorry means, Granger,� he growled, unable to believe that his mouth had disobeyed his brain so blatantly. �I suppose it�s possible I might have been a bit out of line. Oh, good grief, Granger! Do close your mouth,� I can see your tongue. I want you to put it down my throat. �You look like a guppy with that expression on your face. Doesn�t go with the hairdo!�
Hermione, who had been gaping open-mouthed in shock, snapped her teeth together decisively. �Right, Malfoy. Let�s do this then; shall we just stand by the drinks table and try to look happy? We should be quite noticeable there. Everyone must be thirsty by now; it�s quite warm in here. And by the way, it�s Ron you should apologize to, not me!�

Yeah, that�ll happen! Draco thought as without waiting for an answer, she marched away to the table where the punch bowl and pumpkin juice jugs were standing, leaving Draco to follow at a strategic distance that captured the maximum effect of her rounded bottom swaying in the white silk. He saw her cast a reassuring glance at Weasley who was watching them angrily, despite the presence of that extremely odd Ravenclaw girl, trying to direct him around the dance floor.
They stayed posted at opposite ends of the drinks table and managed to talk to a wide variety of the remaining students for another excruciating hour, until at last it was nearing midnight and Dumbledore cast a sonorous spell on his voice to announce that this would be the last dance of the evening.
�What a successful evening it has been,� the Headmaster continued. �We have seen the fusion of Muggle technology and wizarding ingenuity; many of us have experienced something new tonight. It is my great hope that we will continue to see an acceptance of new ideas, an interest in how the other half lives. And so in closing, I would just like to ask our Head Students to step up here and accept a round of applause for all their hard work and planning! Draco, Hermione, please come here!�

Reluctantly, they left the relative security of their table and joined the Headmaster at the staff table to the accompaniment of loud cheers and whistles (Gryffindor, Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff) and a smattering of half-hearted applause from Slytherin. Dumbledore shook Draco�s hand and bestowed a courtly kiss to the back of Hermione�s, then turned back to the students who were still remaining in the Hall. �Let us close then tonight as we started, following the lead of our Head Boy and Girl; music, please!� He waved his wand and the room was filling with the melody of a Muggle love song. Dumbledore gestured to Hermione and Draco to take the floor and start the dancing, and with trepidation they moved to join the other couples who were moving slowly to the music.

�Do you know this song, Granger?� Draco asked as they took their places opposite each other. He wanted to hold her as close as Weasley had, to feel her pressed against him and pretend that they were lovers who were using the music as foreplay to a night of wild unrestrained passion. Of course, she would never let him, so it would have to remain his fantasy.

�I do,� Hermione admitted. �It�s called Breathe and it�s sung by a girl called Faith Hill. Do you like it?� she asked unaware that she had drifted closer to him. She listened to the words of the song as she awaited his answer, thinking how perfectly it would fit were they really lovers.

�I�ve never heard it before,� Draco said, closing the space between them even further, �It�s quite erotic if you listen,� he whispered by her ear; they were almost touching now, and she could feel the heat of his breath stirring the hair against her neck as he spoke.

�Yes,� she sighed unaware of what she was affirming. His arm was moving around her waist, aligning her with his body, and she allowed her forehead to rest on his shoulder. He was the perfect height for her; she always got a crick in her neck looking up to Ron. For the first time all evening she allowed herself to relax; in fact every atom in her body felt at peace for what seemed to be the first time in weeks, and totally subconsciously her body conformed itself to the contours of his.

Draco himself was equally euphoric with his current situation, he heard himself sigh into her hair and he rested his cheek on the top of her head, and settled his arms more firmly around her as they swayed to the music. Luckily it seemed to be a lengthy song, because he really didn�t want to relinquish her to her Gryffindor beau just yet. It felt far too right having her this close to him; even his weeks long erection seemed secondary to the feeling of absolute completion he was experiencing just from holding her.

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Albus Dumbledore stood by the doors of the Great Hall, watching the last of the dancers as Minerva came up to him. �This seems like an awfully long tune, Albus,� she commented. �I thought we were sending the students to bed now; doesn�t this song seem to have been playing over and over again. Maybe the charm has stuck?�

�Maybe,� the Headmaster answered, �But then maybe it�s just the right length,� and he nodded his head to the centre of the dancing area. Minerva had to strain to see what he was indicating as the lighting seemed to have dimmed concurrent with the length of the song playing, but when she did see what Albus had been watching, she gasped and pressed a hand to her breast.

�Good Lord, Albus!� she exclaimed. � I would never have believed it if I didn�t see it with my own eyes. Is Severus still here?�

Albus laughed. �My goodness. You don�t honestly imagine that Severus stayed here a moment past the end of his chaperoning duty do you, my dear?� She smiled in acknowledgement, and turned back to contemplation of the Head Boy and Girl, who were currently wrapped tightly in each other�s arms as they floated around the dance floor, totally engrossed in each other and oblivious to the rest of the school.

It was a vision that Minerva McGonagall had never thought to see if she had lived to be two hundred. And there was something definitely off about it.

Minerva frowned suddenly, �Why isn�t Mr Weasley trying put a stop to stop this?� she asked suspiciously. �You�ve been messing around with charms, haven�t you, Albus? He�s staring right at them and hasn�t noticed a thing!�

�Well, maybe just a little disillusionment charm,� the Headmaster confessed with a smile, �Oh, and I might have extended the song just a smidgeon -�

�Albus!� Minerva exclaimed scandalized. �You can�t do that to the students, no matter how badly you want to promote House unity. What will they think tomorrow when all their peers start asking about this?�

�Why, no, Minerva, you don�t understand. It is not the students I have placed the charm on. It is Mr Malfoy and Miss Granger; at the moment only you and I can see what is really happening. To everyone else they appear only to be dancing in a very circumspect manner befitting two representatives of opposing houses who are working on a new détente. I just thought I would arrange to give them a little privacy; I am quite sure they are both absolutely horrified by this and are trying very hard to fight it!�

Minerva was stuck speechless. �Goodness me,� she gasped and turned to study the young couple again. �Good Lord. Albus, without a doubt you are as sneaky as a Slytherin. I would never in a million years have thought - Will they remember this in the morning?�

The Headmaster twinkled at her, �Well, of course they will. I wouldn�t dream of putting a memory charm on a student! But I suspect that the fact that everyone else has been oblivious of the event, and no one expresses any displeasure to them, may lead them to think they imagined it!�

Minerva could not repress a giggle. �I take it back, Albus. You are sneakier than a Slytherin!�

**

So the Halloween Feast is over now; I couldn�t be mean and make you wait a week for the second half of the evening, not when it was already written, after all! Now of course, Draco and Hermione have to deal with the fallout from this weird party and - smut is very near. Chapter 15 in fact.
This weekend I am really going to try individual thanks through the review section. I am glad you still like this little thing.
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