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Pansy's Volcano	By : Bluemidget57 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 206366 -:- 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
- 16
- 17
- 18
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Chapter Seventeen

The rest of the week passed in a haze of guilt and indecision for Hermione. Thankfully Ron, Harry and Ginny were so tied up with the upcoming Quidditch Opening game against Slytherin that her bizarre behaviour went largely unnoticed. Ron did ask on Friday morning after taking a second look at the mauve shadows under her eyes, if she was sleeping properly, but he was readily convinced that she had just been trying to make up for time lost on the Halloween Feast. It was simple for her to blame Professor Snape�s Advanced Potions coursework, as neither Ron nor Harry took this class, and Ron was on board with all things anti-Slytherin at the moment anyway. The usual Gryffindor-Slytherin rivalry always rose to new heights during the run-up to a Quidditch match between the houses.
Hermione realised finally that some evil gremlin was interfering in her life late on Thursday afternoon, when Professor McGonagall announced their new partners for the next Transfiguration project by casually saying, �Miss Granger, you can just pop over and take the seat next to Mr Malfoy there,� before quickly handing out other partner assignments, as if she had not just sentenced Hermione to a fate worse than death.
The ninety minute class passed in an agony of nerves for the Head Girl; however as it mostly consisted of taking notes about the direction of the future project, she managed to escape without ever having to actually speak to Draco, and he similarly made no effort to communicate with her.
She was still feeling the nauseous churning in her stomach when they arrived in regular Potions first thing Friday morning, and Professor Snape barked out new seating arrangements which consisted of, welcome to my personal Hell, a pairing with the Head Boy! This time Hermione could not help looking at him; her face was twisted into a look of utter panic and horror, and was sure she could feel the toast and bacon from breakfast inching their way back up her throat. Draco just looked back with an expression of dark annoyance on his face. They took their seats and stared in totally opposite directions for the rest of the lesson.
By the time it was over, Professor Snape was utterly convinced neither of them had heard one word he had said, let alone written anything down on their parchments. This childish behaviour on top of the argument he had chosen not to witness on Wednesday night put him in a worse mood than ever for the whole class. He was now convinced that this new initiative of the Headmaster�s would result in both of the school�s most promising students totally failing their NEWTS, and ending up with a future serving fast food at Hermann�s Happy Wizards Hut to look forward to.
He was so totally put out by the display he had been forced to witness that he took the unprecedented decision to confront the Headmaster about his instructions after classes ended on Friday. After all, it was very important that Draco be focused for the game tomorrow. Dumbledore listened carefully and thoughtfully to Severus� impassioned complaint about the new requirements, and finally commented, �They ignored each other for the whole class, you say. And didn�t take any notes at all?�
�Not a single word!� Severus replied with great relish.
�Indeed,� the Headmaster said considering, �And did they move their seats away from each other at all whilst they were busy ignoring each other?�
�What?� Severus asked, confused as to this turn of the conversation. �Why on earth would they be re-arranging the furniture?�
�So they didn�t then?� the Headmaster pushed, and on receiving an affirmative from Severus beamed at his Potions Master, and said happily, �Well, this is splendid news. It�s obviously working much faster than I had hoped! Run along now, dear boy. I am very much looking forward to the match tomorrow. I am sure it will be a truly splendid game!�
Whilst Professor Snape was hitting his head up against the brick wall that was the Headmaster, Hermione was once again sitting at the Gryffindor table, listening to pre-game strategy. Harry and Ron had briefly commiserated with her about the incredible bad luck she had experienced twice in two days in the assignment of Malfoy as a work partner, but the other concern with Malfoy - beating his team tomorrow - clearly overshadowed any real concern in their minds for Hermione�s misfortune.
�I think we need to take this back to the Common Room,� Ron was saying now, looking furtively around the Great Hall, �Malfoy might have set some spies on us to eavesdrop and get advance warning of our tactics for tomorrow.� Harry nodded sagely, as if he had been thinking the same thing, and the two boys stood up from the table sweeping a few last desserts into their pockets, to be followed by half the Gryffindors still present in the room.
�You coming, Mione?� Ron asked as he belatedly realised she had not moved from her spot, and she sighed briefly, bowing her head and closing her eyes. It was inevitable; she was nervous wreck, but she would have to tell Ron that they needed to take a break from their relationship. She was making herself ill thinking about what this whole situation could do to Ron, never mind what it had already done to her! If she and Ron were not an official �couple� any more maybe she could manage to cope better with the guilt which was daily pressing harder and deeper into her mind.
It was entirely likely that she might not be able to regain her full concentration; in fact she doubted such a thing would ever happen now she had been partnered with Malfoy in both Potions and Transfiguration, just his proximity to her today during class had left her achingly aware of the gravitational pull of his body on hers. Even whilst she was ignoring him she had felt herself drawn helplessly towards the heat of him; but with the oppressive weight of her guilt at cheating on Ron removed from her mind, she hoped that she could begin to function again with some semblance of normality. With a bit of luck, (not that she�d experienced any of that so far this term!) she would be able to look back on all this and laugh at her foolishness by the time the NEWTS were over; she and Ron would reconcile and start their adult lives free and clear of any lingering thoughts about a certain blond Slytherin ferret.
It could happen.
Maybe.
If she tried really, really, really hard to forget what Draco�s mouth had tasted like as it took possession of hers.

Tomorrow, she thought, I�ll have to tell Ron tomorrow. But not until after the game. She hoped with that one decision made that she might sleep better tonight. She got up and followed the other Gryffindors to their tower. She had not set foot in the Head Student study once this week and at this point in time, doubted she would before the end of the school year. She wished she could just slip back into the dormitory with Lavender and Parvati, but she knew that would create too many questions she had no answers for.
Well, not answers she could share, anyway. The girls were suitably envious of her single room already. She could never explain why she was scared to sleep there now, although she rather thought they coveted her privacy less for the academic reasons of peace and quiet to study traditionally afforded to the school�s top students, and more for the potential of uninterrupted romantic encounters with Neville or whomsoever was Lavender�s current beau of the month. Hermione saw no chance of her ever getting to enjoy even the tamest sexual encounter in her single room, now that her burgeoning relationship with Ron had been doomed by Malfoy�s actions and her own reactions.
Faced with the irrefutable fact that she could not spend the night with Lavender and Parvati, Hermione listened for an excruciating thirty minutes to tactics and plays and anti-Slytherin propaganda, until she thought if she heard Malfoy�s name mentioned just one more time she would lose her slender grip on sanity and turn in to a gibbering, slobbering wreck right in the middle of the common room carpet.
�That�s it.� She announced suddenly and forcefully. �I can�t listen to another moment of this. You will win. You always win against Slytherin. I�m going to bed. I will see you all after the game.�
That done, she marched off thought the portrait of Godric, leaving a bevy of startled faces in her wake. When she stepped into her bedroom after the somewhat disorienting transport from her House, she threw herself immediately onto her bed and screamed into her pillow, kicking and thumping her hands and feet onto the mattress. This childish tantrum did not relieve any of her tension. It did, however drive Crookshanks out of his favored spot at the end of her bed, to hiss and spit at her from across the room.

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The day of the Gryffindor-Slytherin game dawned with near-perfect conditions; the sky was slightly hazy which reduced glare and would make it easier to spot the snitch when it appeared. There was barely a breath of a breeze in the air, just gently rustling the tree tops of the Forbidden Forest, and it was exceptionally warm for early November.
The game was scheduled to start at two o�clock, which meant the morning was spent in an agony of last minute instructions, and Hermione hid in the library until lunch time. She was confident that she wouldn�t run into Malfoy in there today, as he was no doubt also rabidly trying to outthink Harry�s latest game plan with his own team. Just thinking about him in his Quidditch uniform made her traitorous heart skip wildly and she could feel certain parts of her body betraying her mind again. She remembered Luna and Amber�s comments about his arse on the broomstick and shivered with the knowledge that today she had a perfectly valid excuse to be looking at him. Any Gryffindor worthy of the name would be glaring venomously at the Slytherin Captain today. Oh, Merlin, she was sick, sick, sick!

As usual, Harry and Ron were too stressed to eat, something which only ever happened before a game with Slytherin. Ginny rolled her eyes at Hermione as the two boys muttered together in a huddle throughout the whole meal; she was eating a pasta salad for instant carbohydrate fuel.
A sudden commotion across the Hall had their eyes turning towards the Slytherin table, where Malfoy and his team were standing up and moving as a unit towards the doors. The other Slytherins were cheering and stomping their feet, banging their goblets on the table. A few lingering rounds of Weasley is our King still emerged every time they had to play Gryffindor, despite the fact that Ron had turned into a very decent player. Draco was smiling and bowing to the crowd as he led the rest of his team away, and Hermione felt shivers run down the length of her spine as she remembered what he had been doing with that mouth just three days ago.
�Well, anything we do now will just look like we�re copying that git,� Ron pronounced gloomily. �Might as well just slip off quietly to the changing rooms.�
Hermione was abruptly brought back form her contemplation of Malfoy�s behind departing the Great Hall by Ron shaking her shoulder, and saying �See you after the game, Mione?�
Guilt rose afresh. �Good luck, Ron. Don�t worry, you�ll wipe the ground with them. You always do; it�s all just hot air with them. You know you�re the better team!�
�That�s easy for you to say, Mione,� he mumbled. �But you didn�t come and watch them play in the friendlies this year. He�s got a good team together. It won�t be the walk-over we�re used to. We�re really going to have to work for this one.�
They walked away with much less of the fanfare that had surrounded Malfoy�s departure, and Hermione was left with Neville and Parvati for company. Parvati leaned over, her mind obviously on things Slytherin and asked her, �How are you managing with Professor Sprout�s project? It looks like Parkinson has totally washed her hands of the whole thing. I don�t think I�ve seen her lift a finger since the first day we were given the venis to look after.�
It took Hermione a moment to redirect her thoughts aside from the Quidditch saturated path they had been drifting down this morning, and back to things academic. She shook her head. �Well, you know Pansy,� she said vaguely. �She was never much of a student. At least I know it�s getting done right.� In truth she had been pleased to find that Pansy�s response to her refusal to spy for her had been as mild as abstaining from doing her half of the project. She had honestly expected something a lot worse and more hex-shaped.
Neville nodded agreeably, but Parvati just snorted. �Hah! That bitch! She figures she won�t need any qualifications if she�s going to be the next Mrs Malfoy. She�ll find out!�

Damn! Him again! Why can�t I have a single conversation that doesn�t end up being about Him?
For an awful second, Hermione thought she had actually said the words out loud, but Parvati and Neville�s expressions remained unchanged. �What will she find out?� she asked uncertainly when Parvati seemed to be expecting a comment.
�Well, that she can�t have Malfoy, of course,� Parvati replied. �My sister heard from one of her Ravenclaw friends who has a cousin in Slytherin, that one of her friends who is French, told her that Malfoy�s father has had him betrothed to some French witch who goes to Beauxbatons since he was about two years old. But no one has bothered to tell Pansy because even most of the girls in Slytherin don�t like her much!�
Hermione was far too sensible a girl to be convinced by the far fetched tale told by a friend of a friend of a friend who heard it from a distant relative. Oh, no. What worried her far more was the horrible sinking feeling which settled in her stomach at the idea of Malfoy belonging to someone - anyone - else. She swallowed back her bile and rose quickly from the table before she could betray herself. �Can you two save me a seat. I need to go to my room and get my scarf before the game,� she mumbled quickly, looking for an excuse to flee. One could not attend a Quidditch game without one�s House scarf to wave in the air.
When she reached her room, she stood for long moments staring at herself in the mirror. She looked exactly the same; how could nothing appear to have changed externally when her insides were in such a frenzy these days? She pressed her fingertips into her cheeks and glared into her frantic eyes. Oh, girl you are in so much shit, she thought to herself unhappily.
She finally gathered up her scarf realising that if she didn�t hurry she was going to end up being late for the game. As she sped across the grounds from the school to the Quidditch fields she was aware that she would be one of the last people there. Unlike other inter-house games, a match between Slytherin and Gryffindor always drew a large audience from all houses. The spectators could be assured of a nail biting competition with lots of excitement and exotic maneuvers, and more often than not some spectacular falls and injuries.
She decided that she would need to take the back steps up from behind the changing rooms to get there in time, but as she approached she was visited with a sudden memory of what had happened in the Gryffindor stands last Sunday evening. How could she have forgotten that this was the scene of that first earth shattering kiss with Malfoy? She wondered briefly if she was too late to change her direction and go to sit with Luna in the Ravenclaw stands. But she couldn�t do that; she was the Gryffindor Keeper�s girlfriend, today at least even if in reality for not much longer. She needed to be seen publicly supporting him from his own House Stands.
Reluctantly she started moving again, and not noticing a door opening to her left, she walked straight into the person emerging from behind it. They both grunted with the impact and Hermione found herself looking right into a broad chest covered in dark green wool. Oh, Merlin! She had forgotten that the Gryffindor changing rooms were right next to Slytherin�s, and therefore the back stairs to the stands were right beside the Slytherin door. How could she have forgotten, or had it been her subconscious directing her where her conscious mind refused to take her?
�Well, well, what have we here?� a mocking voice whispered in her ear, and she could feel the rumbling of his words vibrate in the chest she was so closely pressed to. �Come to wish the Weasel luck, Granger?�
It had to be him! Out of seven players who could have walked out of that door at any given minute it had to be Malfoy who had crashed into her in the shadowed corridor between the changing rooms. She made no attempt to answer; indeed she couldn�t for her heart was hammering so hard against her rib cage as to make speech impossible, but when no hissing venom was forthcoming, Malfoy added speculatively, �Or perhaps you�ve come to wish me luck instead, Granger?�
He took a hasty glance around and finding that they were totally alone in the darkened walkway, quickly maneuvered Hermione backwards until they passed behind one of the draperies and were actually concealed underneath the Gryffindor stand. �Is that it, Granger,� he murmured, his hot breath blowing over her ear. �Did you come down here to give me a good luck kiss?�

Had she? Oh, God! What if she had - her brain certainly didn�t seem to be in control of her actions these days. What if her subconscious had taken over command of her legs and brought her here? There really was no reason not to have joined the throng of other late straggling Gryffindors mounting the main stairs, now that she thought about it. What on earth had prompted her to take this secluded back way? There were still fifteen minutes before start time. She could have easily made it to her seat, even with any last minute rush; after all Parvati and Neville had come here straight from lunch and were saving her a spot.
She looked at Malfoy, feeling like a mouse staring down Crookshanks� whiskers. It was unfair that one person should look so good in green. Even in the dim light beneath the stands she could see how well the colour highlighted his hair and made his eyes look like they were a bright seafoam green. He was smirking at her as if he had caught her out in a lie, and all of a sudden she wished for nothing more than to wipe that smug grin off his face. He had challenged her, and though he had been the one constantly surprising her this term so far, she decided it was her turn to be unpredictable.
She pounced so fast that he barely had time to register her movement, but some basic survival instinct sent him reaching for his wand only to find it missing as he didn�t usually carry it onto the Quidditch field. It turned out he didn�t need it, for Hermione�s intentions were not hostile; instead she caught hold of his face in both hands and stretched upwards to plant her mouth firmly on his. He was frozen for a millisecond in shock, but instinct took over almost immediately and he snatched her body closer to his, crushing her against his chest, taking the initiative away from her.
His tongue swept inside her mouth and she welcomed it eagerly, her own playing shyly with his. She rubbed herself softly against his uniform clad body and allowed one hand to slip from his face to curl into the hair at the back of his neck whilst the other traced his eyes and the side of his cheek before sliding down to curve around his back under his robes. She urged him closer to her and could feel him growing and hardening against her belly. He moaned into her mouth and brought one hand up to cup her cheek as she had done.
It was the weight of the heavy leather wrist guard as it brushed her chin which brought Hermione back to her senses; it had been a brief but devastating embrace. She pulled back and they were both panting. �We have to stop doing this, Malfoy,� she hissed hoarsely . �I have a boyfriend,� oh, yeah, not for much longer you coward, �and you - have a game to play,� she retreated to the edge of the stands and cast a quick look around the edge of the draperies to ascertain that there was no one there to see her emerge from such a peculiar place.
But Draco heard her add quite clearly as she stepped through into the daylight, �Good luck, Malfoy.� He leant back against one of the support beams; ten minutes to the start of the game and his legs were shaking, and he had a fucking hard-on. He wondered if he had time to deal with it; flying with an erection was bloody uncomfortable, not to mention the constant stimulation of the broom shaft against your balls could just exacerbate an already embarrassing situation and turn it into and even more embarrassing ejaculation into your underwear. That was all he bloody needed in the middle of a game against bloody Gryffindor.
This was becoming a bad habit he thought as he released himself from his uniform trousers and stroked his length; see Granger, get an erection, jerk off. Why couldn�t he control his body around her, for Fuck�s sake? He was supposed to be rallying the troops to defeat the Gryffindor juggernaut, not hiding under the Quidditch stands wanking off over one of them. He groaned as his hand ran the length of his swollen penis, replaying that surprising kiss behind his eyelids, and within moments he was christening the ground in front of him with massive spurts of sticky white cum, biting his lip to keep the moans of her name inside. Her name always seemed to spill out of his mouth when he came lately. Probably because thinking about her was the only thing guaranteed to make him hard these days. Bugger, he thought as he tucked himself away and cast a quick cleansing charm, just in case. Look what Pansy had managed to create with some left over ejaculate obtained from Merlin-knows-where.
He found however, that his mood was vastly improved as he walked back into the Slytherin changing rooms. Granger had kissed him; so maybe he had planted the idea in her head, but this time she had certainly made the first move. He found he rather liked an aggressive Hermione. Hell, who was he kidding; he liked all the incarnations of Hermione Granger! And if you disregarded the bit in the middle where she told him they had to stop kissing each other and that she had a boyfriend, and went straight to the bit at the end where she wished him good luck, you might even be able to convince yourself (if you were really desperate, and it appeared that Draco was) that there was something happening here.
In consequence, when he bounded back into the locker room to an accompaniment of jeers and complaints about his disappearance, he was positively beaming. �Come on,� he yelled above the din. �Let�s go and get us some Gryffindors for dinner. I have a really good feeling about this game!�
There was a bit more grumbling about being abandoned so close to kick-off, but in general Draco�s good spirits lifted the team�s, and as they collected their brooms and flew out in a tight arrow formation to face their nemeses they were all looking a lot calmer.
Waiting for Madam Hooch to blow the whistle, Draco fantasized happily that when they creamed Potter�s team, he would celebrate by whispering in ScarHead or even better, the Weasel King�s ear that it was all thanks to Granger and her passionate kisses and softly whispered words of encouragement that he had the focus to do so today. He thought the look on their faces might be even better than catching the Snitch out from under Potter�s nose!

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More of the game and its consequences next time. Oh, I am looking forward to what will happen during the celebration party!
Thanks to you all for sending so many reviews for the last two chapters; obviously if I want reviews I have to deliver the Hot stuff. Not so much in this one, and of course Hermione has some things she needs to get done soon.
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