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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�ve run out of cute disclaimers, so here it is. You all know it�s not mine, anyway.

Chapter Twenty

Hermione paced her bedroom floor. It had been a week since the Gryffindor-Slytherin Quidditch match, and her peculiar new accord with Draco Malfoy. Despite their decision to be more civil to each other, she still couldn�t help the prickling which broke out all over her body in his presence. So far they had managed to sit through four classes as project partners, and had talked solely about their assignments, so on the surface it would seem to be a success.
But although Malfoy�s behaviour had been exemplary since their discussion, Hermione found herself unable to put aside her memories of the kisses they had shared the previous week. In Transfiguration, she found herself staring dreamily at his mouth; he tapped his quill against his teeth when he was concentrating, and Hermione could feel her breathing speed up at the memory of how he had used that mouth on her, how those teeth had nibbled on her bottom lip and then sucked it into his mouth, how hot and soft his tongue had been as it wrapped around hers encouraging her to explore the inside of his own mouth and of how good he tasted.
During Potions, she was forced to watch his hands as they sliced and stirred; he had contradictory hands - his fingers were long and elegant, the nails neatly manicured, yet there were calluses on his palms from the years of gripping his broom. Quidditch was hell on the hands, despite the heavy leather gloves. She had never before in her life fantasized about how it would feel to have another person�s hands touching her body, but as she watched the motion of his fingers - his confident, assured movements as he measured and added ingredients to their cauldron, she was getting pictures inside her head of those same hands caressing over her bare skin with the same easy grace he showed in his potions work. An erotic image of how deep he could slide those long fingers inside her body and what he would do with them once they were there, was what had driven her to her pacing tonight.
It was incredibly difficult for her to concentrate on her share of the work whilst he was only inches away from her; her mind had never wandered away from her before during classes the way it did this week (well, maybe in Divination back in 3^rd year - but that had been excusable, this definitely was not!)
She had returned to her room tonight shaken and undeniably aroused. In spite of the fact that Draco Malfoy might be just outside her door, she felt unable to go to the Gryffindor Tower in this state because she really had no idea what to do with Ron. For the first time in her life she was actually contemplating touching herself to relieve the ache of desire which had been throbbing between her legs for the whole afternoon.
The one thing which held her back was the memory of a disastrous attempt she had made to pleasure herself last term, when the relationship with Ron had begun to look like a real possibility. She had thought she should try to test out the waters, so to speak, by conjuring images of herself and Ron being physically intimate and using them to stimulate herself at the same time.
Unfortunately, the whole episode had been a disaster from start to finish. Hermione wondered afterwards if maybe she had planned it too analytically and set herself up to fail; but the truth of the matter was that her questing fingers had not located any of the hot spots which her previous roommates seemed to have such personal acquaintance with.
Hermione had certainly not intended to be listening as they giggled and gossiped about their sexual adventures, but sometimes it was unavoidable. After The Attempt, (in her mind it became capitalized soon after it�s distressing failure) which produced almost no lubrication and had left her more embarrassed than aroused, she had decided that she was not a particularly sexual person, and had spent the next few weeks wondering if in the light of this discovery, it was actually worth even considering a relationship with Ron which went in any way beyond the deep and committed friendship they shared already.
Eventually, of course, she got over her failed attempt at masturbation, and as nothing had occurred romantically between her and Ron for the rest of that term or the duration of the summer holidays, she had almost forgotten her inability to get aroused by her thoughts of him. Consequently, what had been happening to her in the past six weeks had turned her previous preconception of her own sexuality - or lack thereof - on its ear, and she was understandably alarmed.
She was here alone in her single room, painfully aroused; she was fairly sure that if she tried something now she would find that she could produce some spectacular results. In fact, her knickers were so damp and sticky that they felt positively uncomfortable - so, no problem there with lubrication! The actual issue was that this was not caused by Ron but instead by totally the worst person possible, someone she absolutely hated, and Hermione refused to give in to her hormones. She had to have better control than this or how was she ever going to get through the rest of 7^th year?
But as it happened, it turned out that Draco Malfoy was not her only physical problem and that was what was forcing her into a corner. Since their defeat on Saturday Ron had fluctuated between sulking and forced good humour; but he was constant in his attentions to Hermione, hugs and cuddles and affectionate kisses were lavished upon her distraught person, and she felt like she was going insane. Ron was not pushing her, that was not in his nature, but several recent comments he had made about the convenience of her single room had caused alarm bells and warning lights to start ringing in her head.
She had laid in her bed the past nights trying very hard to imagine sleeping with Ron in the staying awake sense of the word, but every time she closed her eyes and tried to picture them together sexually, her boyfriend morphed into a grey eyed, blond haired wizard right there inside her eyelids. The problem was that she simply couldn�t imagine Ron ever making her feel the things that Draco Malfoy had that evening in Professor Snape�s classroom.
He had set her alight like a match to kindling wood and the fire was still burning now. The unpalatable truth was that Draco Malfoy just did it for her, as Lavender so succinctly phrased it one night. Of course, if rumour were to be believed he also did it for the majority of the female population of the school.
She had to talk to Ron before it got worse than it already was. Before, God forbid, she did something really monumentally stupid, like moaning Malfoy�s name when Ron kissed her. Heaven only knew how long it would be before she fucked up like that. He was always there between them; now whenever Ron touched her she could feel the phantom caress of the Head Boy overlaying anything Ron was doing, and while she could come up with absolutely no explanation for why he had kissed her once - let alone three times, the fact was that he had. And now her body knew what was missing from her relationship with Ron; knew what was missing and wanted it.
Hermione was too aroused to stay still in her room. She couldn�t imagine what had prompted Professors Snape and McGonagall of all the teachers in the whole school to suddenly decide that she and Draco Malfoy should be work partners. In the previous six years, she couldn�t remember a single occasion when such a thing had happened. Professor Snape periodically assigned Malfoy with either Ron or Harry; mostly Hermione thought, out of spite for Harry, and to enjoy watching him seethe as Malfoy antagonized him.
Although she had the utmost respect and admiration for the way their Potions teacher conducted his double-life she honestly thought that he acted worse than a three year old towards Harry at times. However, she could see her good opinion of him flying out of the window as a result of this latest insanity.
Throughout six years of school, Hermione had trusted her teachers implicitly (well, maybe except for that one small incident which was the whole of the first year, when she had thought that Snape was trying to kill Harry), having absolute faith in their knowledge and judgment; knowing that they were always acting in the students� best interests even when those students may have wished for more autonomy.
But she could not even begin to imagine how they thought that pairing her up with Draco and forcing her to spend hours at a time sitting beside him - unable to escape the tantalizing heat of his body, the scent of his (probably designer exclusive) cologne - could be of any benefit to anyone other than the psychiatric ward at St Mungos, were they actually looking for more patients.
Especially since Professor Snape did not seem any happier with the arrangement than she was herself. She had caught him more than once scowling in their direction from under his dark lashes with a broody scowl on his face, as if he was also trying to puzzle the problem out.
Professor McGonagall had also been watching her newest creation closely, but unlike Professor Snape who had continued to stare and scowl, the head of Gryffindor had quickly looked away, wearing a smug smirk worthy of Malfoy himself on her face whenever Hermione had caught her furtively studying them. It was very suspicious behaviour from both of them, and now Hermione was also worrying about that as well as her growing attraction to the Head Boy.
Hermione wanted control of her life back; she was not the type of person who could leap happily into uncharted space, and she hated the feeling that she currently had no control in several areas of her life. Well, there was one thing she could take charge of.
She had put off talking to Ron about their relationship for too long now, and this she could rectify. It had been a week since their defeat at the hands of Slytherin; she only hoped Ron had recovered enough of his self-esteem to cope with being knocked down once again.
Harry�s post-game analysis had been brutal, but in the end he had been forced to point out that he had told them all beforehand the ways in which the Slytherin team had improved this year, and not to take a Gryffindor victory for granted. �We will have greater respect for their abilities next time,� he had finished. �I don�t think we really considered them a serious threat - myself included - despite what we had seen with our own eyes during training and the pre-season games. This has been a wake-up call, and we can�t afford to make the same mistake again!�
Although Harry apportioned no blame, as the keeper, Ron always felt responsible for any points the other team scored, flaying himself that he had been unable to guard the goal hoops adequately, and had let them in.
Strangely, after this victory - which was admittedly probably the most astounding Slytherin win in years, seeing as it had involved no fouling, cheating, bludger attacks or intimidation tactics and had resulted from skilled flying and !gasp! Teamwork - there had been almost no rendition of Weasley is our King from the Slytherin stands, for which fact Hermione had been profoundly grateful. Ron could beat himself up quite thoroughly with no help from them.
She had even allowed herself to wonder - just once, alone in the darkness of her room at night - if maybe Malfoy hadn�t forbidden it, and to imagine that maybe, just possibly he had been influenced by that incredible, amazing, mind-blowing (unrepeatable) good luck kiss that she - she had given him before the game started. Probably not, but it was a measure of how low she had sunk that she wanted to believe it to be true so badly.
She hoped this would be a good time to catch Ron alone and deliver her proclamation; it was dinner time and nowadays he usually waited in the Common Room to walk down with her in case she had been tied up in mediation or other Head Girl duties. She hoped that the room would be mostly deserted with the other students already in the dining hall, and that she could be discrete and tactfully quick about it.
She had decided to blame her workload and imply that what she was looking for was a temporary break from the relationship just until her exams were out of the way. Ron would not like it - he would hate it, but it was the one reason he might actually believe to be true, and respect enough to give in graciously .
There was certainly no way she could tell him the truth. I can�t keep going out with you, because every time you kiss me I want you to be someone else. I can�t do this because he keeps kissing me and I want to do more, so much more than just kissing him. I want to wake up sweaty and naked next to him in the morning after hours and hours of earth-shattering sex (and it would be), and know that as soon as he�s awake he�ll take me again and again until we�re both too exhausted to move, to even think. I have to stop seeing you because I want to shag Draco Malfoy until my head explodes and my brain starts leaking out of my ears.
Yeah, that would go down well.
Her own culpability notwithstanding, Hermione knew that this was not going to end well, and the only thing she could envisage to reduce the appalling fallout when everything went pear shaped was to lessen Ron�s pain. No doubt he would be devastated by her decision, but how much worse would it hurt him the longer she left it and the more emotionally invested he became in their relationship?
She had been unable to protect herself, no matter how hard she had fought against what was happening to her, but she could still prevent Ron from receiving any more pain than could be helped, and she had to do it now.
She squared her shoulders and opened the portrait of Godric Gryffindor, closing her eyes as the passage swirled around her, and stepped into the tower. As she had expected, there were very few people there. Unfortunately however, it seemed that Harry and Ginny had both decided to wait with Ron for her to arrive. Hermione was unable to suppress the cringe which crossed her face when she saw them sitting there.
She was still suffering agonies of embarrassment every time she recalled her brief glimpse of what Harry was hiding beneath his robes, because of course that immediately led to images of what he had done to Ginny with it, and what she had ended up touching herself as a result of it.
Ginny, bless her, seemed to see the pained expression and read it correctly as a desire to have herself and Harry gone, although doubtless she couldn�t have imagined that Hermione wanted to be alone with her brother so that she could rip his heart out and trample all over it. �We�ll see you at dinner,� she said hurriedly and dragged Harry protesting behind her out of the common room.
Ron frowned at Hermione, �You look tense,� he said questioningly. �Shall I give you a neck rub?�
Hermione groaned and dropped into a chair opposite him, head in her hands. How on earth could she be so mean to someone who was so very caring of her? She would bet all the Malfoy galleons that Draco had never offered Pansy Parkinson a neck rub because she looked tense. Good grief; he and Ron Weasley were not even the same species of human being - No, she reminded herself. She was not finishing with Ron for Malfoy; she was doing this for herself and for Ron- for herself so that she could live without guilt until the end of this year, and for Ron, because he deserved someone whose whole attention was focused on him and who was not being constantly distracted by lustful thoughts about other people. She didn�t expect that the awareness of Malfoy would just go away like that, but she honestly thought that she would be better able to deal with it if her overlying guilt at cheating on Ron could be removed from the equation.
�Ron, I think we should stop seeing each other - um - romantically.� Well then, that didn�t come out quite as she had planned it. Or, she hadn�t really planned it at all; how do you make a plan to break someone�s heart? For probably the first time in her life she had charged into a situation without the first idea of how she expected the outcome to be. She had simply opened her mouth and let the words fall out.
There was silence. She chanced a look at Ron from beneath her lashes and immediately wished she hadn�t. He had gone a sickly pale colour, and his hazel eyes were wide with shock. Hermione wanted to say something but the words just wouldn�t seem to come. �Why, Hermione? What did I do wrong?� he asked at last, and Hermione had to answer.
�Nothing! Ron, how could you think so? It�s just me. You�re right - I am tense. I�m taking a lot of classes, and I have so many responsibilities that I�m getting stretched too thin. I was even thinking about asking for the Time Turner back,� now that the words had come they were flowing like water and Hermione couldn�t believe the ease with which the appalling lies were spilling from her lips; it was as though a dam had broken. �I don�t want us to be another item I have to fit into a schedule. Oh, what�s on this afternoon - 4.15 to 4.45; spend Quality Time with Ron; squished in there between counseling and making a patrol rota! When we�re together it should be just the two of us with no other liabilities intruding on our time with each other, and I have found out it can�t be like that this year. There isn�t enough of me to go around.�
She looked at her distraught boyfriend with tears in her eyes; they were real tears - this conversation was breaking her heart. In that moment she hated Malfoy with a black loathing which she felt would never abate. �Ron, I can�t ask the students to wait, I can�t ask the Professors to reschedule the NEWTS; the duties that are expected of the Head Girl have to be done. You are the only part of my life that I have any influence over right now, and I�m just asking you to respect that I need to wait until the end of this year before we take this any further together. When I�m with you, I want it to be completely and happily and free of any guilt because I had to put someone or something else before your needs,� two tears overflowed the edges of her eyes and ran down her cheeks.
�Ron, I have absolutely no right to ask you to wait for me, and I am not going to expect it, but I do know that the guilt I am having about how little of me I can give you, is pulling me in one direction too many for me to cope with right now. If you don�t feel the same way next Summer I will always know that I probably just gave up one of best things that ever happened to me in my life, but at this moment in time, I am not capable of giving you what we both know you need and deserve, and that is not fair to either of us.� She sighed and got up from her seat. Ron had still not reacted at all; he seemed too shocked for speech. �Please don�t hate me, Ron,� she asked sadly. �I need your friendship even more now that I have cut myself off from your love. I don�t think it would be a good idea if I came down to dinner with you tonight, and I�ll understand if you don�t want to talk to me straight away, but please, Ron don�t cut me out of your life for good. I couldn�t bear it to think we could never be friends again; your friendship is what has sustained me through all my time here, and is the reason I have achieved everything I am today, and I do love you so much, but I just can�t be with you right now.�
She had reached the portrait of Godric Gryffindor and was about to depart though it when Ron�s voice halted her. �Hermione,� he whispered, and she could hear that it was choked with tears, �I do respect the pressure you�re under, I have tried not to ask for any more than you have offered, and I won�t - just as long as you don�t do this. You need someone there to give you the love and support to help you make all the best decisions for the school. Why won�t you let me be there for you? Why do you always have to do everything alone - it�s no disgrace to need others to help you, and I want to do this. I don�t want you shutting me out.�
Hermione didn�t turn back; she was sure if she looked at his face one more time she would waver and weaken and then everything would be a million times worse. �I can�t Ron,� she said sadly. �I have to do this on my own,� and the doorway snapped shut behind her, leaving her collapsed against the wall inside fighting her tears until the nausea became too much and she had to move.

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There was a loud banging on the door. Draco looked up from his potions text and wrinkled his nose. Although Dumbledore had never said anything about the Head Students� quarters being off limits to their friends and peers, he had certainly never invited anyone from his House there to socialise with him there. He was fairly sure that Granger hadn�t either. After all, she was always up in that confounded Tower with the rest of those infernal Gryffindors anyway - why would she need to bring them here - unless she was sneaking that bloody Weasel in through the back door for a quick shag? Draco had never tried it, but he imagined that if someone was accompanied by the occupant, they would make it safely through the wards on the founder�s portraits.
But this person was still hitting the front door and showed no signs of stopping anytime soon. Draco looked at Granger�s bedroom door - no telling if she was even in there; if she was then surely she would have heard the noise and come out to see what all the racket was. Guess that left it down to him to find out what was going on.
He threw his quill down and uncurled himself from his seat. He had just taken a shower and his hair was still damp and curling into the despised waves which insisted on covering his head if he didn�t ruthlessly slick it down with hair gel. He had on thin cotton pajama bottoms and a torn black tee shirt. It was hardly the appearance he would have chosen to present to any one of the numerous persons he imagined could be rattling on the door so vehemently. He pushed a hand though his hair in an attempt to control it, and marched to the door, muttering to himself.
�Ok!� he snapped as he flung the door open, �Where�s the damn fire? Some of us actually trying to work here! Oh, it�s you. What do you want Weaselette?�
Ginny scowled at him; she looked to be in a fine temper, he could almost believe there were sparks flying from the ends of her flaming red hair. �Not you, that�s for sure Ferret-face,� she replied rudely. �I need to speak to Hermione. Is she here?�
Draco swung the door wide open. �Does it look like she�s here,� he snapped as he displayed the empty study. �Do I look like Granger�s keeper? I thought she spent all her time up in your perfect little Gryffindor Tower. Why don�t you go look for her there?�
�Believe me, she won�t be there,� Ginny snapped coldly, pushing past him into the middle of the study. �Where is her room?�
�Why don�t you come on in, Miss Weasley, can I get you a cup of tea? Don�t be shy, just make yourself at home,� Draco said sarcastically still looking out into the corridor where Ginny had previously been.
�Oh, get over yourself, Malfoy,� Ginny said. �I�m not leaving until I�ve made sure she isn�t here, so you might as well tell me which is her room. You don�t want me poking into your private Slytherinny things, do you?�
Draco sighed. He knew when he was defeated; the youngest Weasley was scarily reminiscent of her mother, on the few brief occasions Draco could remember encountering Molly Weasley. He was suddenly visited with a new admiration for Harry Potter�s balls if he was prepared to deal with this one on a daily basis. Of course, thinking of Potter�s -ahem parts - led him to a totally unrelated memory of certain of Ginny Weasley�s parts which had been so deliciously displayed on the Quidditch grounds last week, and he paused for a moment to appreciate again the picture in his head, and The Event that had followed it.
He was jerked out of his reverie by the sight of Ginny Weasley obviously giving up on getting an answer from him and marching off to locate Hermione without his assistance.
�Oi, Weasley - that door!� he yelled at her as she moved off towards his room and away from Granger�s. She swerved in mid step without giving any other sign that she had heard him, and marched up to Hermione�s bedroom door, knocking on it as loudly as she had been hitting the outside door moments earlier.
�Hermione, if you�re in there, you open up! I need to talk to you,� she shouted through the thick wood, and Draco finally had time to wonder what had brought the youngest Weasley charging in here as if someone had set light to her broom. A few more loud thumps, and all of a sudden the door swung inwards to partially reveal a dimly lit room. There was no sign of the Head Girl herself, but Draco thought he heard a small voice mumbling an invitation to Ginny, and then the door was shut behind them both and Draco was sure he could feel the tingling aftershocks of silencing spells and privacy wards being cast in place around the room.
Now what was all that about?

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Thanks for all the kinds words about the dragginess or not of this story. Sorry no smut (it seems to be hiding) but the dismissal of Mr Weasley.
Next time we are going to learn about some Christmas plans, and you will all remember what is going to happen before Christmas?
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