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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
- 14
- 15
- 16
Chapter Fifteen

Slytherin had the pitch booked from 2.00 to 4.oo that afternoon, directly after Gryffindor finished, but Draco was in no mood for Quidditch. His night had been disturbed by uncomfortable dreams; dreams which felt so real he could hardly believe they weren�t actual memories. Strange and worrying dreams in which he had been drifting around the dance floor in full view of both their Houses with Hermione Granger entwined in his arms so closely that not even a breath of air could have penetrated between them.
Stranger still was the impression that she had been there willingly - happily even. He closed his eyes and he could still feel the heat of her, the weight of her head nestled in the hollow of his shoulder, himself breathing in the scent of her hair and Merlin help him if he was not mistaken, his own lips brushing feather light imperceptible kisses onto the top of her head.
He could almost have convinced himself it was a dream, for there had been many dreams about the Head Girl lately; except for the fact that it felt totally different. His dreams had without exception been erotic and highly sexual in nature, always resulting in his waking to find he had come in the night all over himself and the bed. This had felt less physical, more emotional - romantic? - He definitely remembered being aroused, but the prevailing impression was of tenderness and happiness. But yet, it had to have been a dream for he knew if he had been seen holding the Gryffindor Head Girl in the manner he thought he recalled, the fallout today would have made the war against Grindelwald look like a Wizards Tea Party.
For a start, Pansy would be trying to hex his balls off, and Merlin! he really needed to get rid of her bloody charm; if he could just get his stupid head to focus on something that wasn�t Granger for five minutes at a time!
However, there was nothing. No reaction at all; so much so that he was forced to concede that he must have imagined it after all. Yet it had felt so real.
But the thing which eventually convinced him it was all in his imagination was the sight which met him as he entered the Great Hall for breakfast, of Granger sitting at the Gryffindor table in broad daylight snogging that awful red head.
He knew without a shadow of a doubt that Weasley would have been lining up right behind Pansy to emasculate him had he been actually engaged in the romantic dance he�d imagined for himself and Granger last night. The youngest Weasley boy had the typical red-head�s volatile and unpredictable temper, and without remorse, Draco knew he had continuously and deliberately provoked the boy over the past six years, starting way back on the train their very first day of school. Weasley undoubtedly hated Draco more than anyone else in the whole school, maybe even the whole world. Draco knew he would need next to no excuse to take him on. Hell, he had been itching for a reason to flatten the irritating brat for years. But everything had changed now - because of her. He knew he couldn�t do anything to the Weasel if he ever wanted a chance with Granger. Merlin, she would probably expect them to become friends!

That the thought that he would even consider doing such a thing for her had even occurred to him made his stomach roil, and his face twisted into a disbelieving grimace which was still fixed there when they disentangled themselves and headed towards the doors, walking straight by him. Weasley sneered at him as they passed, but Granger only glanced briefly at him before dropping her glance to her shoes and scuttling after Weasley like a frightened rabbit.
Draco was still pondering over that odd expression on Granger�s face when he headed out towards the Quidditch pitch towards the end of the Gryffindor practice session. He didn�t need to watch their practices to know they were good. Slytherin just needed to be better this year, and he thought that for once they just might be, this time.
Of course she was there, sitting studying on the bench outside the Gryffindor changing rooms, no doubt waiting for the Weasel to be finished, and he hated the squirmy feeling he got in his chest as he watched her curly head bent over her books. This was getting worse, not better.
Her head shot up from her studies suddenly as if she could feel his eyes on her, and they stared intently at each other for a moment until a shout from Potter, high overhead, broke the connection, and Draco strode away into his team�s broom store.
Hermione glared at the ground, cursing every swear word she knew. Damn, she really hadn�t needed to see him in his uniform today, on top of all the uncertainty about last night! She wondered why seeing Ron in his uniform didn�t turn her brain to mush the way the sight of Draco did. Might be something to do with the colour; Gryffindor�s red and gold seemed to clash with Ron�s hair more than compliment it, as the green and silver of the Slytherin team seemed to emphasize Malfoy�s bright blond hair and match his silvery eyes.
And as he stalked past her and made his way towards the Slytherin locker rooms, she was treated to the vision of his perfectly rounded backside walking away from her; that was another thing Ron didn�t have. His arse was kind of flat, and he certainly didn�t fill out his Quidditch pants front or rear in the way that Malfoy did. Hermione smacked her hands to her flaming cheeks. Oh Merlin, tell me I wasn�t just checking out Malfoy�s equipment, she thought panicked. But of course, she couldn�t tell herself any such thing because she had been, and it had appeared to be a very impressive sight indeed!
Granger was gone when Draco emerged from the store room with his broom and the Slytherin set of Quidditch balls; they made it a rule never to practice with the school equipment. Marcus Flint had been paranoid (probably with good reason, given the dirty tactics he often employed in games) that someone would hex the school balls to attack one of his players, and had obtained a House set which was passed ceremoniously from Captain to Captain from then onwards. Draco was the third Captain to use the Slytherin Quidditch set.
He was glad of her absence; the thought of flying with her right there watching made him nervous and he was sure he would make some stupid mistake being too distracted by her presence. He would have to find some way of overcoming that before the match next weekend, because there was no way the Gryffindor Head Girl would not be at a game to support her team against the Slytherin Head Boy�s team. Even if she never saw another game in the whole of the 7^th year, this was the one she would attend.
The rest of the team was milling around waiting for the Gryffindor Captain to vacate the pitch; Potter was whipping around quickly trying to move on the ever present gaggle of Quidditch groupies who gathered at all these events. Draco had never seen him bother with these girls before and wondered idly why he cared today. Finally Potter dropped to the ground not far from where Draco was standing and sighed in frustration pushing his messy black hair out of his eyes. Catching Draco�s eye, Potter grumbled, �I don�t know how you cope with them, Malfoy. People should be watching the game, not lusting after the players!�
To say Draco was surprised at this foray into civilized conversation from Harry Potter would have been an understatement, but he did feel a certain solidarity with the other man on the subject in hand. �Got to learn to ignore them, PotHead,� he replied cheerfully. �And if you can�t do that, I always find sending them an incontinence hex works wonders!�
He enjoyed the startled expression on Scarhead�s face, and found that the odd interaction had strangely lifted his spirits for the practice. He kicked off into the air with renewed enthusiasm, and began directing plays and strategies with an evil grin on his handsome features.

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After a harsh two hours of practice and a long hot shower, Draco was again in the Great Hall, watching the Gryffindor table as if compelled to. She was there of course, at the head of the table, speaking occasionally to students who approached her, and writing in a little book at her side. Draco noticed that students from both Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff also came to her and she made the occasional note in her book as they talked which led Draco to believe it was an appointment book of sorts. Since the beginning of term he had seen only people in Slytherin about their problems and issues, and now watching all the other houses scuttling over to Granger�s side, he actually wondered if there really was a necessity to unite the houses more as Dumbledore kept lecturing. Historically, Slytherin had always been self sufficient, never needing interaction with the other Houses, but was that the way it should be? Bugger me, he thought, I�m becoming a grown up!
Draco watched as Granger rose to leave the Hall alone, and when neither of the sidekicks made any sign of getting up to follow her, he pushed his plate away and stood up. Maybe he should discuss his strange new theory with her; Greg and Vince made as if to stand also, but he directed them back to their seats with a sharp shake of his head. He couldn�t possibly have them trailing along behind him when what he was doing was so incomprehensible, so foreign to the whole Slytherin credo that he couldn�t even explain it to himself.
He knew that this sick and unnatural obsession with the Head Girl had to stop and stop soon or it would start to become dangerous. How had he been reduced to this; finding any pathetic excuse to follow her so he could be near her.
He caught sight of Hermione leaving through the main doors to the castle, and fastening his robes to keep the cool night air out, he followed her at a discreet distance. He really had no idea why he was following her - whether he intended to catch up at some point and actually discuss this with her, maybe ask her what she thought had happened last night? - or if he was simply going to watch her from a distance. He was going with his instincts on this and seeing where they led.
It seemed they were leading to the Quidditch pitch tonight, and he was perplexed to see her enter the Gryffindor stands and climb up to the benches. He knew enough about Granger to know she was not a flier, and her interest in Quidditch was restricted to House games where she could watch the Boy-who-lived-to-humiliate him catch the snitch out from under his nose yet again. Yet here she was for the second time today. What would bring her up to the stands in the dark? Not an assignation with the Weasel, surely, for he had stayed unconcernedly chewing as she left. Draco didn�t think he could cope with witnessing another romantic interlude between that disgusting red head and his brilliant, beautiful Hermione. Oh, God, I am so screwed, he thought.
However, it appeared that she was genuinely taking nothing more than an evening stroll. When she reached the benches she chose a position fairly central, a couple of rows back from the edge of the stand as would befit someone nervous of heights and unskilled at flying, and settled herself down to watch the stars. Draco had always thought the stars seemed bigger and brighter over Hogwarts than anywhere else in the world he had ever seen them. He often wondered if it was another product of Dumbledore�s own special magic. It just figured that Hermione apparently appreciated them also. Could he not discover anything about her that would make her seem less rather than more desirable in his eyes?
Draco remained concealed in the shadows at the top of the steps in case she had something else in mind, but after about ten minutes he was forced to admit that it seemed all Hermione had wanted was exactly what she had achieved. He had one foot poised to walk towards her, when he heard the whooshing sound of a broom in flight, and spied Harry Potter swoop around the Quidditch pitch once before coming to a halt hovering in front of Hermione�s position; but even this didn�t seem to be a pre-arranged meeting.
�Hey, Mione,� Harry said. �What are you doing up here all on your own?�
�Oh, nothing much,� she replied in what seemed to Draco to be a wistful tone of voice. �I just felt restless and thought I�d take a walk. This is where I ended up.�
Restless? That described so completely the feelings that Draco was having that he almost gave himself away. He felt - twitchy. Restless and twitchy, like he didn�t belong in his own skin, and he knew exactly when it had started. It went back to that afternoon in the alcove with Pansy; when he had closed his eyes and seen Hermione Granger for what felt like the first time in his life.
It had just been escalating lately, and the Halloween Ball last night had been just about the last straw. He knew something had happened last night, but why couldn�t he remember exactly what it was? He just knew that he needed to see more of her; he wanted to talk to her about other things than infernal prefect duties!
They shared most of their 7^th year classes and he wanted to walk with her as they changed classrooms and ask her opinion on the homework they had just been given. He wanted to hear what she thought about his victory over the Ravenclaw team in their friendly game. He wanted to get her impressions of the paper he was doing for his Muggle Studies project. He wanted her to be a part of his world, and he wanted to be in hers. And this was the craziest in a string of idiotic plans to get her to notice him. Stalking her out to the heart of Gryffindor central and spying on her. She was more likely to hex him than hug him.
�What are you doing out here in the dark on a broom?� Hermione asked Potter curiously. She didn�t like flying when she could see what she was doing. It was an anathema to her that anyone would choose to do such a thing in the dark for fun. �Haven�t you done enough flying for one day?�
Harry winked at her. �I was feeling a little restless myself,� he said. �Ginny will be out in a minute. We�re just going to do some laps. Plus we do have to obliterate Slytherin next weekend. Got to keep on our toes!� Draco ground his teeth at this blatant propaganda.
�Oh,� Hermione said in understanding. �Do you want me to go?�
�No, of course not,� Harry replied. �I mean, we�re just going to fly up and down a few times. Clear out the cobwebs. Stay and watch; we don�t see enough of you these days.�
As he was speaking they heard the unmistakable swish of another broom and Ginny ascended to hover beside Harry. �Hey, Mione, fancy seeing you here!� she remarked. �I think Ron was looking for you after dinner. Won�t imagine coming to look here, though!�
Hermione sighed. �I�ll go and find him in a bit,� she said. �I just needed some fresh air. You go on with your training and I�ll watch for a while.�
Draco watched as the Gryffindor seeker and chaser flew off and began a silly game of broom tag around the goal hoops. His mood had darkened with the reminder of Ron Weasley, who had all the rights and freedoms with Hermione that he wanted for himself.
Jealousy of the red head prompted him to move out of the shadows of the staircase and come forward to sit a few rows behind and to the left of Hermione, muttering an incantation which he had found useful over the years. It was a kind of illusion spell which projected an image of what should be in a place instead of what actually was there. In this case it made the Gryffindor stands appear as rows of empty benches. He may have lost his mind coming here and following Granger, but he was damned if he would advertise the fact to Pothead and the She-Weasel.
�Granger,� he greeted and was gratified to see her jump. She had obviously genuinely had no idea he was following her. She bounced almost a foot off the bench and put a hand to her chest.
�Malfoy,� she hissed. �You idiot! You scared the wits out of me! What do you want?� Her heart was racing from the shock of someone creeping up behind her, but also from the realisation of who that person was.
�Just being sociable, Granger,� he answered, and she glared at him whilst trying to control the frantic jumping of her pulse, and silence the gleeful voice in the back of her head which was yelling It�s him. He�s behind you - he�s talking to you!! He had been occupying so many of her thoughts recently, and suddenly he was here. With her. In the least likely place to find the Slytherin Head Boy on the whole of the school grounds.
Scared of her reactions to him, Hermione became more defensive. �What are you up to Malfoy?� she demanded, going on the attack. �This is the Gryffindor stand. What business can you possibly have here? If Harry sees you -� As though her words had conjured him, Harry appeared suddenly in front of the stand, a frown on his face.
�Hah!� Hermione exclaimed, vindicated, but Harry didn�t respond, and momentarily Ginny joined him, her broom hovering top to tail against his.
�Hermione left,� Harry said to her. �She didn�t even say goodbye.�
Hermione spun around to glare at Draco again. �What spell did you do?� she hissed. �Take it off immediately, whatever it was!�
Draco smirked; he was enjoying the sight of Granger flushed and annoyed. She had spent most of the past six years glaring at him in just such a manner, and he marveled that he had only just realized how gorgeous she was when she was mad at him. Everyone else saw her as coolly remote and controlled, but Draco was willing to bet anything that underneath that prim scholarly exterior she presented to the world was possibly the most wildly passionate witch in the school. And she certainly boiled over around him!
�Draco Malfoy, you pay attention!� she snapped taking a few steps towards him, as she watched his eyes glaze over with some private thought he was having. Draco was reminded of the occasion in their 3^rd year when she had slapped him in defense of Hagrid.
He was just about to answer her when a movement from the pair of flyers caught the corner of his eye and momentarily distracted him from his fantasies of Hermione. His mouth fell open; he knew it had, but it was totally beyond his motor control. Hermione took one look at the expression on his face and spun around to see what had so totally distracted his attention from her, and immediately wished she hadn�t.
Obviously believing themselves to be alone, Harry and Ginny were indulging themselves in a bit of post-training relaxation. Ginny had brought her broom up parallel to Harry�s, and was currently leaning over, engaged in a scalding hot liplock with her boyfriend. Harry had his hands in her hair either side of her head holding her in place, and Ginny�s hands were in his robes presumably freeing buttons and zips.
Draco was stunned. He had always imagined Potter to be too whiny and prissy, too woe-is-me, to get his hands dirty on a woman. He knew that Potter hung out with the Weasley girl, but had always imagined it to be far more platonic than the rest of the school thought; more holding hands and hugging than actual sex. He had even wondered if Potter didn�t swing the other way and was using Ginny Weasley as a front to put the rabid fans off the truth - Merlin only knew those Weasleys would do anything for Wonder Boy.
He did not much appreciate being proved wrong in such a graphic manner.
It was like watching the proverbial train wreck, though. You didn�t want to see, but you couldn�t look away. Draco found his eyes swinging between Potter and the She-Weasel totally without his permission. Hermione was also staring; although she had her hands over her face he could see that her fingers were parted. She looked embarrassed; mortified even, but not at all surprised. So this was not something new after all.
They broke apart briefly and Potter helped Ginny to straddle both of their brooms facing him, looping their legs around each others for balance. They returned to kissing, all the time undressing each other as far as possible whilst still keeping on their robes and balancing fifty feet off the ground. Potter finally began to lower Ginny backwards until she was laying along both broom sticks and Draco caught a glimpse of her breasts with their pointed pink nipples, glowing milky white in the moonlight before Potter was covering her with his robes as he kissed his way down her body. Her fiery red hair tumbled downwards towards the ground below, spreading over the shaft of Harry�s Firebolt and the brush of her own school broom, waving gently in the light evening breeze.
Draco ventured another quick look at Hermione to see if this was affecting her also, and saw that she too could not look away. She was panting slightly, and had opened her robes to cool herself down; he thought that as her chest rose and fell quickly he could see that her nipples were hard also and pushing against her white cotton T shirt. The tantalizing hint of Granger�s arousal did a million times more for his own libido than anything Potter and Weasley were getting up to, and he felt his own erection swelling urgently.
He looked back reluctantly at Potter and his paramour, and reached a sudden realisation as to why the girl had come flying tonight in a skirt. At first he had thought it was simply because she was a Weasley and therefore clueless, but it seemed she was actually quite cunning after all, for Potter was currently sliding his hands up her thighs and pushing her skirt up as he went, until he reached his goal, and with a sudden tug, ripped her panties off and shoved them into his pocket. Draco could see his fingers busy within the folds of her sex, caressing amongst the copper red curls, and within moments she was moaning and thrusting upwards, whimpering Potter�s name with exhortations to hurry up!

When he seemed finally content that he had tormented her enough, Harry removed his fingers from between her legs and bringing them up to his mouth, deliberately sucked them clean. Draco was forced to admit that Pothead had far more ingenuity than he would ever have given him credit for. He was reluctantly admiring the Gryffindor�s technique when he heard an almost silent whimper from the girl beside him; his own Gryffindor, and shot another glance at Granger. She was staring fixedly at the sky and panting quietly.
Draco reluctantly turned back to the couple in front of him; Granger was much more erotic to him at the moment, but he had to see if they were going to take this to its natural conclusion. Even as he watched, Potter lifted Ginny up and treated both Draco and Hermione to a brief sight of his erection, (and bugger it all if Potter wasn�t blessed in that department as well!) as he maneuvered Ginny down onto himself, and began thrusting slowly inside her. Their broomsticks swayed gently with their movements, but stayed almost stationary, even as Draco could see them both rushing towards their climax.
Ginny peaked first, tossing her head backwards and moaning out Harry�s name in hoarse tones. Harry followed moments later, burying his face in her breasts and grunting some primitive noises that couldn�t be defined as actual words.
Draco and Hermione were still frozen in the exact same positions they had been when this started, and neither seemed able to initiate movement until the couple above the Quidditch field stirred from their embrace and began redressing each other amidst giggles and sporadic kisses.
Sucking a large calming breath into her lungs, Hermione turned towards Draco and walked up next to him. She stopped beside the bench he was still frozen to, and leant down so that her hot breath tickled his neck as she whispered directly into his ear.
�And that, Malfoy, is why you will never beat Harry to the snitch,� she breathed stirring the fine silky hairs at the nape of his neck. �You will never have control like that over your broom!�
Draco barely heard her words - he was too distracted by her sheer proximity - her scent, the moist heat of her breath; those erect nipples mere inches from his mouth. And in that one moment, Draco Malfoy willingly took the leap from solid ground into the Abyss.
His right hand shot up, gripping the back of Hermione�s neck, and as she murmured her taunts into his ear, he pulled her head round until her mouth was covering his, and now there was no turning back. She was unsuspecting and therefore totally open to him. His tongue plunged inwards, finding hers as if they were magnetically polarized. His lips moved over hers and it was awkward, their teeth bumped together, and had he been capable of formulating thoughts he would have been ashamed by his performance. But as it was, Hermione Granger�s mouth was the best thing he had ever tasted. He wanted to devour her whole, he wanted to kiss her forever, he wanted�her. It was that simple and that complicated.
He had found the rhythm now, his lips caressing hers, his tongue delving into every hidden recess of her mouth, running along the edge of her teeth, and curling around her own, but still she wasn�t close enough. She would never be close enough until he had absorbed her into his body, his blood, until he was inside of her in the same way she was part of him now. He tugged her towards him; so far she had been frozen in place, no part of her body touching him except the heat of her mouth against his own, but now she overbalanced and her hands shot out in an instinctive motion to prevent her fall.
And what she caught to steady her tumble was inevitably Draco�s erection, which by now was tenting his uniform trousers and throbbing in need. He was totally incapable of holding in the moan of ecstasy that escaped his throat into her mouth as her hand landed on him and gripped hold. The sound started deep in his balls and worked its way up through his whole body to escape into her mouth, whilst his hips thrust upwards totally instinctively and beyond any hope of his control.
Unfortunately, the sound brought her to her senses, and with a gasp of shock she leapt backwards from him, a hand clamped over her mouth and her eyes so wide with shock they seemed to fill her whole face up.
She took one quick uncontrollable glance at his groin, and fled as if all the Dementors in Azkaban were snapping at her heels, and Draco was left frozen in position, his brain simply unable to send any orders to his body.
Finally, involuntary muscle spasms caused his lungs to suck in air, and his other motor functions returned with it. He began shaking, reaction was setting in and it was mostly disbelief. Oh, he had probably had some vague idea at the back of his head when he first followed her from the Great Hall that at some point - sometime soon even - kissing would happen, but he could never in his wildest imaginings have ever predicted the events of the last hour.
Who could have imagined that Saint Potter could be so imaginative or erotic on a broom stick? Or that he and the Head Girl would be forced by his own meddling to be voyeurs as they had sex fifty feet in the air? Would he himself be capable of recreating that same scenario?
But what he wanted to think about most was that kiss he had stolen from her and when he would be able to do it again.

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Oh, Dear!! Should I be dodging owls with hate mail and hexes, or on the look-out for howlers? In my defense, I did say smut in Ch 15, but I don�t remember specifying who would be getting down (or up actually) and dirty.
Of course, I also said something back in Ch 11 about timing, and you obviously forgot that! (Or thought that I had!) However, now that Draco�s actually kissed her I doubt if he�ll be willing to go back to lusting after Hermione from afar, do you?
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