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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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It all belongs to JKR except for those students you don�t recognise.

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Chapter Two
�Hermione!� Ginny gasped, impressed, as Hermione created her impersonation of Pansy, �You are bad!� and Hermione felt a flicker of something which might have been guilt. That had been catty and quite unlike her, but just recently Pansy Parkinson had been irritating her beyond all belief. Since the beginning of this term, actually.

Not that she gave a fig about Malfoy�s feelings, but she was nonetheless fairly sure he had no idea of how Pansy portrayed their relationship (whatever it actually was) whilst he was not around.

Admittedly, Hermione was probably the last person in whom Pansy would ever confide, but her voice was certainly loud enough as she held court to her Slytherin acolytes for any one sitting at a neighboring table to hear every word she uttered. Hermione found herself pitying both parties; while she had never been attracted to him, she still had eyes and she couldn�t fathom what someone with Malfoy�s - attributes -would see in a girl with Pansy�s abrasive voice and bitchy personality, and had come to the conclusion his father must have ordered the relationship.

It wasn�t so much what Pansy said but the tone of her voice when she wasn�t saying it, which had similarly led Hermione to make certain assumptions about the nature of Pansy & Malfoy�s courtship, and while she was fairly confident she wasn�t wrong in her deductions, somehow it felt mean and petty to amuse herself and her friends at Pansy�s expense. It was exactly the sort of behaviour she would expect from Pansy! She had never done such a thing before, and she had no idea where today�s performance had come from.

Hermione was fairly sure that above and beyond the Malfoy name, galleons and social influence, Pansy did genuinely have feelings of some sort for Draco, which he obviously didn�t return, given the number of witches his name had been linked to recently, but seemed willing to exploit.

Of course, being both a Slytherin and consequently very shallow, it was difficult to accurately gauge the true depth of the girl�s feelings.

Hermione�s companions moved quickly on to a discussion of the weekend�s Quidditch potential (more chances to ogle Malfoy�s spectacular rear), but she was stuck in the contemplation of her own words. She was disturbed by the fluidity of her act. Not only by her opinion of whether Pansy had rights to Malfoy, but also the ease with which she had envisaged the role of sex kitten begging for his touch, as if she herself had actual experience to draw upon.

Which brought her to contemplation of the other protagonist; Draco Malfoy had shot up and filled out over the past 2 years - having been almost as short as Hermione up until the end of 5^th year - and pretty much the whole female population of the school had noticed, including truth be told, most of the girls in Gryffindor. Many evenings Hermione had sighed to herself as she studied in the common room and had to listen to them swooning over his hair and his eyes, and of course, that arse. If he hadn�t stopped growing a couple of inches shy of six foot, Hermione thought he might have actually rivaled Harry himself as the Gryffindor pin-up boy.

In reality, most students did not entertain as much inter house rivalry as Ron, Harry & Hermione; they had not been as personally touched by history, fame and expectation as had The Boy Who Lived and by association those who called themselves his best friends, and it didn�t seem as much an anathema to them to date outside their own House. Although pairings with Slytherin were still very much in a minority, they did happen.

Malfoy was Head Boy, in counterpart to Hermione�s Head Girl (a circumstance which Ron and Harry both still found incomprehensible, despite Hermione pointing out fairly but through clenched teeth, that he was the only other student in school with grades anywhere near matching hers) He was also the captain of his Quidditch team; he had the looks, the status and the girls and he knew it. The whole student body knew it.

But most alarmingly to Hermione, apparently she had also noticed it! When had she noticed it? Was today truly the first time? Were her own carelessly joking words just that, or were they indicative of something deeper and far more disturbing? Why had they caused this turmoil within her? She had spent more time thinking about Malfoy in the past twenty minutes than in the whole of the previous six years, and it wouldn�t do!

Maybe today was just the day she chose to be honest with herself, because if she had never allowed thoughts of Malfoy in before, then she should not be able to just close her eyes and picture him as clearly as if he was standing right there in front of her. Strangely enough, her imaginary Draco was dressed in his Quidditch uniform; tight flying pants and leather, perfect hair ruffled by the wind. Slytherin had just won, of course, and his silvery eyes were alight with triumph. He was tossing the snitch in his gloved left hand. The image was probably constructed from Amber�s comments about his bum earlier, she told herself.

He had beautiful eyes, with thick dark lashes, and�.Whoa! Where did that come from? And since when do you know how long Draco Malfoy�s eyelashes are, Hermione? She berated herself, as her imaginary Draco winked at her then turned and walked out of her illusion, giving her ample opportunity to appreciate that remarkable taut rear.

As abruptly as it had manifested itself her temporary insanity evaporated. �Fuck!� she swore, at the clearing of her head. �Fuck, fuck!�

Her companions turned to her in surprise, for she was not prone to swearing, and Ginny stretched out a hand to her arm in concern. Hermione allowed it to rest there briefly while she pulled herself together, then mumbled her way around some excuse about a Potions project she had to start on and disappeared down the corridor as fast as she could without actually breaking into an undignified run.

She needed to be alone to digest this alarming development. She wasn�t really visualizing herself in Pansy�s position in her little Thespian enactment, was she?

Hermione took refuge in he favorite seat in the rear of the library. She spread several text books across the table to create the illusion of serious study, but in reality her head was in turmoil.

It seemed incredible to her that not an hour ago she had been laughing with her friends, enjoying her final year and with no threat from the Dark Lord on the horizon for the first time since she started at Hogwarts, this should have been the best year ever. And yet as the result of one careless throwaway comment made by she herself, here she was sitting in the library brooding over a person she had thought she barely spared the time of day this morning.

Hermione prided herself on her intelligence; she felt it was her best quality. She would certainly never be renowned for her looks or flying abilities, but she could usually see an issue clearly and normally analyse a quick solution to most problems, but somehow she seemed unable to decide from which angle to approach a critique of the problem she had created for herself today. Maybe she was overreacting and there was nothing to analyse anyway. Yes that was it. The simple solution, and one that was woefully underused. Denial looked pretty good to Hermione right about now.

She was massaging her temples with her eyes closed when somebody dropped into the seat opposite her, and for an unpleasant second until she opened her eyes, she truly feared that her fevered imaginings had actually conjured up his physical presence.

But when she saw Ron�s concerned face in front of her, common sense asserted herself and she could almost laugh at how unlikely it would be that Draco Malfoy would search her out today just because she had experienced an inexplicable brain seizure, when he had spent the past six years avoiding the very air space she occupied, fearing he might get Muggle cooties!!

Ron was asking why she had missed dinner, and she finally began to relax and feel like she was getting her equilibrium back.

�Is it that time already?� she asked, trying to make light of it. �I must have lost track of the time�.History of Magic essay, you know,� she continued gesturing at her books. It was true that she had no idea of the time and it wasn�t an actual lie if she only implied that the reason for her tardiness was her studies and not her contemplation of a certain blond Slytherin Quidditch captain, now was it?

Ron�s hand slipped across the table and settled over the back of her own, lingering there momentarily before turning her hand over and linking his fingers with hers. She gripped his hand tightly and he looked a little surprised, but pleased.

They had been hovering on the verge of something more than friendship since the end of last term, but the summer holidays and the constant scrutiny at the Burrow when Hermione came to spend the last two weeks there before term started, had made it difficult to progress to any greater level of intimacy.

Both Ron and Hermione had expected that when they returned to school they might move on to the next level in a relationship, but Hermione�s appointment as Head Girl had left her with much less free time than ever before, and things were still somewhat stalled although she knew Ron was eager to become closer, and up until this afternoon she had been mildly irritated that she didn�t have as much time to devote to the exploration of what they could become to each other as well. Now she was just confused, and although she knew it was unfair to encourage Ron because of that, she couldn�t resist the comforting warmth his easy familiarity gave her.

�I missed you,� he said now. �Ginny thought you rushed off in a panic earlier.�

�I�m okay now,� Hermione insisted, �But I am a bit hungry, wish I had paid more attention to the time. Thanks for coming to find me; what would I do without you? Do you think I could still get something from the kitchens?�

She leaned forward to kiss his cheek, but at the last moment he turned to reply to her, and she ended up kissing him on the mouth instead.

She gasped and shifted backwards in surprise, but Ron tugged immediately on her hand and followed her until he caught her mouth again with his own, and there was no mistaking it for an accident this time. Ron kissed her quite thoroughly and expertly, running the tip of his tongue over the edge of her lips until she opened up and let him in to explore the line of her teeth and play sensuously with her own tongue.

Hermione�s stomach was fluttering by the time he drew back and she was wide eyed with surprise, not that it had happened but that it should have done so now of all times, when she was so confused. There was also no denying Ron was quite good at this and she had to wonder when and with whom he had gotten so experienced.

He was breathing hard when he drew back and his eyes were dark and hot as he let them roam possessively over her flushed face and swollen lips. ��Mione,� he breathed, �Wow!�

Wow, indeed, thought Hermione, although she wasn�t sure they were both referring to the same thing.

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