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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
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Chapter Twenty Five

Hermione was having the most amazing dream.
In the past month she�d experienced plenty of dreams featuring Draco Malfoy in the starring role, but this one was really The Dream to end all dreams. It was strange also that the Hermione in the dream knew she was dreaming; she was fully conscious that she was doing so even in the midst of her erotic slumber, and since it wasn�t real she knew she was quite safe in allowing it to continue. It was as if she had stepped outside of her own body and was watching from the sidelines, approving of the images she had conjured in her sleep.
In this particular fantasy, she had led Malfoy�s hand under her jumper so that he was separated from her skin by nothing more than a skimpy satin bra. She was overcome by the need to tell him how good it felt, and so she did, pressing his hand harder against her to emphasize the fact. She could feel something hot and hard against her hip bone and wriggled closer ; she knew it was not in the right place to fill the empty ache between her legs and her frustration grew exponentially with her inability to get in the correct position to solve that problem.

Please, touch me�. spectator Hermione allowed herself a cringe at the desperate neediness in her dream-self�s hoarse voice, but then she began to wonder why Malfoy was not obeying her and assuming the position. This was her dream, her fantasy - shouldn�t he be doing exactly what she wanted him to do - not becoming as stiff as a board and resisting her attempts at seducing him?
She tried harder to squirm into his lap but her efforts seemed to be in vain and she began to get annoyed with him. He had no right to deny her the release she was so desperately in need of; she was in charge of this dream - not him. No, Draco�.. she hissed as he tried to pull away from her a second time, and the words were forceful enough to push her through the last veils of slumber and into wakefulness.
And to a horrifying awareness that although she might have actually been sleeping, certain parts of her erotic fantasies had simultaneously been playing out in real time whilst she was in her dream-world. She was currently sprawled in Draco Malfoy�s lap, head burrowed against his chest and holding one of his hands over her right breast; he could be in absolutely no doubt that she had been enjoying this for his thumb was currently resting right against a pebbled nipple which felt so swollen and sensitive that Hermione could feel the touch along every nerve which ran from the point of contact to the aching void between her legs.
He was staring straight into her eyes as she woke up but she couldn�t read the expression in his for the carriage was too dark. For an insane minute she actually considered letting her dream play out in reality, before her sense of self preservation kicked in.
She scrambled away from him awkwardly until she was huddled on the opposite seat, staring at him with wide shocked eyes like a rabbit at a fox. Malfoy looked similarly unnerved by the experience. His hands were curled so tightly around the edge of the seat that his knuckles glowed white in the poor lighting from her wand which had rolled onto the floor. His face as much as she could see of it, wore an expression of agonized concentration, as if he was trying not to react to what had just happened. He looked as if he might be going to throw up.
They just stared, neither seeming able to find words to express themselves, until Draco let out a loud puff of breath through his teeth and slumped forwards on the seat to rest his elbows on his knees and stare at the floor between his feet. They held this new pose for another eternity, until Draco set his shoulders and mumbled something which sounded like a spell beneath his breath, before straightening up and shaking his head as if to clear it.
�Isabelle has been transferred to the store in Diagon Alley,� he said randomly. �She won�t be coming back to Hogsmeade again.� He looked vaguely startled as he spoke the words, as though he had no idea he was going to say this.
Isabelle? Hermione wondered, still not fully in command of her thought processes, but slowly her brain cells began repairing themselves, and proceeded to quickly race off into new and even more dangerous territory. Oh, God - his girlfriend. Oh Merlin. What does that mean? Is he telling me he�s broken up with her? What does that mean?

�Nothing. I just - I wanted to let you know,� he replied and she realised that she had spoken her last thoughts out loud. Should I tell him about Ron? The thought was sly and insidious, and having been given a voice, kept niggling at the back of her mind. Manfully she resisted the desire to yell at the top of her voice, Me too. I just dumped Ron. Let�s go to bed and stay there for a week! For one thing, she had absolutely no idea of Malfoy�s motivations in telling her about Isabelle�s moving away. He could be just making polite conversation really; trying to pretend that she had never practically forced his hands inside her clothes. Maybe he was so disgusted with her behaviour that he wanted to forget it had ever happened. But there had been those kisses the other week�.. He had not seemed averse to touching her then. She wanted to scream; she was driving herself crazy with all these half-formulated questions that had no answers.
Better to just ask outright and know the worst. Then maybe her imagination could stop creating new and more extravagant ways of torturing her insecurities. �What just happened here, Malfoy?� She asked bluntly.
He looked startled by her question, and she was utterly convinced for a moment that he was going to make something up, until he took a breathy sigh and told her, �You fell asleep leaning against the window and when the coach hit a hole in the road, you bounced off the wall and I just caught you so that you didn�t knock yourself unconscious, then you woke up and here we are.� He made it sound very simple when she was sure it wasn�t.
�And what about the - um - hand. Yours, I mean - and mine - you know, where they were?� she persisted, glad that the darkness of the coach hid her cheeks which she knew were flaming scarlet.
�Oh, that,� Malfoy said and she could positively hear the smirk in his voice, even if she couldn�t actually see it. �Seems like you were having a very nice dream, Granger. Was I in it?� He knew he was taking a chance on being hexed for that last remark, but something stronger than his own common sense was driving him on. He really didn�t expect an answer to that, let alone a positive one, but he hadn�t been able to resist asking. She had said his name after all, even if it was in the negative.
He was deliciously surprised therefore, when instead of snapping his head off and grabbing for her wand, Hermione stuttered and mumbled in response to his question, obviously deeply embarrassed by it, or perhaps - by it�s accuracy? What a tantalizing possibility - that the Head Girl might actually be sharing his own fevered fantasies! Without his conscious direction, he found himself leaning towards her across the space which separated the two seats. �Was I, Granger?� he practically purred as he closed in on her.
�Malfoy!� she squeaked hysterically, �Why on earth would I - what makes you think - I - you -� she seemed unable to find words. He was almost on top of her now, so close she could feel his breath on her face.
�Yes, me, Granger,� he whispered. �Did you dream about me? You said my name. My name, you know. Not Malfoy, or any of those other endearing little nicknames you have for me, but my name. You said Draco�..�

�I - I didn�t,� she protested weakly, somehow unable to turn away from him. �I didn�t - did I?�

�Yes,� the word was little more than a whisper of breath across her lips and then he was upon her, his mouth covering hers again, and the earth spun wildly on its axis. Oh God, she had missed this; his mouth, his hands. The taste of him. How could she have become so addicted to his touch in so short a time? Ron was only gone a day and she was already sinking into Malfoy as if she wanted to drown in him. She was hardly aware of him maneuvering her onto his lap so that she straddled his thighs as he laid back against the upholstery, arranging them so that she was riding his newly burgeoning erection.
This felt so good, so right; she rubbed herself against his hardness. He had positioned her absolutely perfectly to achieve the optimum friction where she needed it most. His hand had returned to the scene of the crime, but this time had no hesitation in slipping the cups of her bra aside so that it could play with the aching tips skin to skin.
She made a choking protest as he released her mouth, her hands in his hair trying to tug him back upwards, but he was fixed on his destination and wouldn�t be swayed, bunching her jumper up in his hands and following its upwards progress with kisses to her tummy and ribs. Hermione totally forgot that she had been trying to stop him when she felt the first flick of his tongue over the swollen pink tips of her breast. She had never imagined that any part of her body could be as sensitive as her nipple felt when Draco�s hot mouth closed around it. All she was capable of was a strangled gurgle, but she arched her back curving herself up to help him, whilst pushing her throbbing pussy harder against his rigid cock in an attempt to relieve some of the terrible pressure there.
Draco was vaguely aware that he was going too far too fast; he had not intended this when he leant over to kiss her. He had just wanted to make sure she knew that he would accept anything she offered. That he was pleased she had been dreaming about him; to confess that he had been thinking about her, too. It was just that when they touched each other it was like a forest fire, raging out of control. He had never known that he could need someone the way he needed Hermione Granger; he felt as if he was only half alive when she was away from him, and when he was touching her the whole world seemed clearer, brighter, and a better place to be. It was just inconceivable that he could be the only one who felt this way; she had to feel it too - she could not respond to him the way she did otherwise, could she?
He released her nipple with a lingering kiss and looked down between them to try and admire her in the dim light; she let out a little moan of protest, but when he tugged her hand out from where it was curled into his hair and directed it down between them and over the straining zipper of his trousers, it turned into a gasp of shock. She was hesitant and unsure as she touched the thick swelling through the fabric, but even that light touch sent his head spinning and brought moans bubbling up into this throat, despite the magnitude of the orgasm he had experienced just recently.
He held her head gently between his hands and brought her mouth back to his, allowing himself the luxury of kissing her slowly, his tongue running along her teeth, playing advance and retreat with her own, whilst all the time feeling her fingers feathering lightly over the ridge of his erection. Her movements slowly gained in confidence as her hand curled over the waistband of his trousers and sought out the leaking head of his cock with the very tip of her index finger. In much the same manner she had done earlier whilst in the grips of her dream, his hand flew back down to hold hers against him, his soft moans silent encouragement of her explorations.
Therefore it was an unpleasant shock for both of them when the carriage ground to a sudden and lurching halt, tipping Hermione off his lap and into a heap on the floor. They both moaned at the loss of contact, and Hermione was just starting to scramble frantically back up towards him when the sound of the Headmaster�s voice speaking courteously to the thestrals brought them back to a sense of their surroundings.
Hermione changed direction in mid-movement, sweeping up her wand from the floor, and trying to set her clothing to rights before giving up and clasping her robe tightly around her body. Draco grimaced and slipped a hand in his pants to rearrange his penis so that it was under slightly less pressure, grinning as Hermione gasped and looked down at the floor, unable to deal with the ramifications of that casual act.
She scrambled over to the door, and muttered, �We shouldn�t have done that,� as she pushed it open and climbed back out onto Hogwarts ground and sanity.
She had gone from We can�t to We shouldn�t. Draco wondered if he was insane in that he regarded this as progress.

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By seeming mutual agreement, the incident in the carriage was not mentioned again by either of them, although Hermione nursed it to herself like a miser with his gold. For the first time in the skewed and incomprehensible relationship or whatever-it-was which had developed between herself and Malfoy, she felt that she was allowed to think about what had happened, to reconstruct and relive it again and again.
She was free, and so it seemed was he. And if these uncontrollable episodes kept occurring between the two of them, then the end was inevitable. She had accepted it now; she was going to give herself to Draco Malfoy. She might have lingering doubts in her logical brain that this was the right thing to do, and that he was the right person to do it with, but she was practical enough to realise that she couldn�t fight against her own body for ever. That had already surrendered to him, and the actual physical act would just be her acknowledgement to him of the fact.
She sat in the study on Sunday evening to do her Arithmancy homework, and gave him a shy smile as he entered and faltered in shock the sight of her. After she had fled the carriage on Saturday she had rushed to catch the end of dinner in the Great Hall. Some of the awkwardness between herself and Ron had lessened with his sympathy for her perceived ordeal of spending the whole afternoon stuck with Malfoy. Although she had pulled faces and grunted at the appropriate junctures, she had been secretly amazed at how good it felt not to have any guilt gnawing down on her. She was embarrassed to remember how freely she had responded to Draco, but the newness of knowing she was only answerable to herself for any indiscretions was euphoric.
Of course, the lively discussion around the table about their research topics for the Social Evening drew attention away from Ron and Hermione�s stiffness with each other, although she knew that most of the 6^th and 7^th year Gryffindors at least must now know they had separated.
Due to her late arrival from Hogsmeade, Hermione had been able to sit with Parvati and Lavender without drawing undue notice that she was away from her usual set; indeed the other girls had virtually dragged her down to sit with them, demanding to know all about the hotel and it facilities. Ironically, for the first time in what seemed to be forever, Malfoy�s name didn�t come up in the conversation, despite the fact the this time it would have been quite legitimate had it done so.
Sunday had been more of the same; at Parvati and Lavender�s behest Hermione had approached Professor McGonagall to enquire if a special trip for the 7^th years only might be arranged in to Hogsmeade to shop for the event. This had been approved, along with permission for the 7^th years from the other three houses. The library had never been so busy as it was that Sunday; certainly the Muggle published section had never seen as much activity as it did today.
By the evening Hermione had been quite glad to escape Social-Fever which was taking over her peers, and had settled down to do her homework in the Head student study with her heart fluttering in her chest. She wasn�t sure if she wanted Draco to be there or not; she wasn�t sure her being here was an admission of something or just foolishness. When it turned out that the study was empty, she had sighed and decided to stay anyway. Malfoy was probably as tied up with helping his Slytherins with their research as she had been; more so, really, if many of them had received Muggle topics like Crabbe and Goyle had done.
She had been working for maybe an hour when the door opened and he came in, looking momentarily stunned to see her there, but he recovered quickly and sauntered over to the desk with that irritating smirk pinned to his face. Actually, it wasn�t anywhere near as annoying now as she had once thought it was; in fact it was really rather sexy and suggestive. She felt her face heat up and looked down at her work.
�Hello, Malfoy,� she muttered into her book, deciding that attack was the best form of defense, especially in game she had no idea how to play. �Have you been plagued all day with questions about the Social Evening, too?� She thought for a second that he wasn�t going to let her get away with this diversion, but after a brief silence during which he seemed to come to a decision, he replied thoughtfully,
�Yes, everyone in my year has a subject now except for me. And every one is a Muggle theme. The old coot isn�t exactly subtle is he?� he gazed at Hermione as she fiddled with her quill, seemingly wanting to defend the Headmaster but unwilling or unable to start another fight.
Draco had decided over the span of the day that he should not rush anything after last night. He was really beginning to hope that he could make her want him almost as much as he wanted her, but he needed for her mind to be in agreement with her body. He was now fully aware that a quick shag out behind the Quidditch stands would never be enough for him with this girl. He wanted all the parts of Hermione Granger, and he wanted them to belong to him for a very long time, and so he was prepared to wait until he could have all of that. Rushing her now was the last thing on his mind, when the rewards would be so great if he could just display a little patience
�Dumbledore is very keen on unity,� Hermione managed at last in response to his sarcasm. �Maybe he isn�t very diplomatic about it, but he has tried other things for a long time without success. Maybe he�s decided a bludger to the brain is the final resort.�
Draco snorted. �It�ll take more than that with some of them,� he muttered darkly, and Hermione was surprised. It was the second time in as many days that he had let drop veiled hints that he was not as enamored of his father�s ideals as he had always portrayed. �You got a subject on your invitation yet, Granger?� he asked pulling her out of her reflections, and she shook her head. �That�s odd,� he mused in response. �You realise that makes you and I the only two students in the whole school with nothing to research?�
�Our subject is probably How to arrange a successful social gathering without offending anyone or destroying a posh hotel,� she snorted in response. �This whole seating plan thing is going to be an absolute nightmare. I was seeing Pringle�s little floating tables last night in my sleep, only all my guests were in a custard pie fight, and Dumbledore was blaming us because the hotel banned any one from Hogwarts from ever setting foot inside the doors again.�
Draco grinned at her image although he wasn�t quite sure what a custard pie fight was. Still, it left him a massive opening. �Okay, Granger. Put your books away and we better start having a serious look at how to distribute everyone with the minimum likelihood of offending the Felton Arms.�
Hermione watched him thoughtfully for a couple of moments before deciding to agree with his request. She closed her books up and put them into her bag, then opened the list of guests which Dumbledore had given them and spread it over the table in place. Ignoring for the moment the names of the whole 7^th year class, she asked Draco, �What do you know about the school governors. I�m afraid I don�t personally know any of them, but I suppose you have met them through your family - connections - it might help us place them better if we consider their ages and -um - political leanings.�
Draco grimaced at her attempt to be tactful. �They aren�t all from Slytherin, you know,� he said defensively. He pointed at the list. �There�s an old Hufflepuff there, two Ravenclaws and one Gryff, it�s an even mix. Perhaps you should read some old year books as well as Hogwarts; A History.�
Hermione gave him a confused look. �You mean you read old year books?� she asked and the astonished tone in her voice was positively unflattering. Draco had to concentrate very hard not to lapse back into the familiar old comfort of sarcastic retaliation.
When he had command of his tongue, he replied calmly, �I read a lot of things, Granger. But I like to read by myself, not in public. Anyway, we should start with the adults and sprinkle the students amongst them. Professor Snape should be next to Tonks, and I think a Ravenclaw on his other side��
�Wait a minute,� Hermione interrupted. �Shouldn�t the adults be in between two students. That would at least distance everyone a bit further in case things get heated?�
�Well, maybe the others, but who do you hate enough to condemn to sitting next to Snape?� Draco replied practically. �Has to be girls, or the whole system doesn�t work. Most of the 7^th year girls are petrified of him. I was going to suggest Brocklehurst on the other side; she�s the only girl in 7^th year he�s never given a detention to - �
Hermio0ne pulled a face. �Malfoy, do you mean to tell me you keep track of who Professor Snape gives detentions to?�
�Of course I do, Granger,� Draco replied as if he were talking to a three year old. �These things are useful to know�.Point in fact, right now! Can we move on?�
�No! No, we can�t!� Hermione said irritably. �I need to process this. Why do you think Tonks would be a good partner for Professor Snape? She�s one of the Aurors coming, you know.�
�Well, obviously,� Draco replied. �She�s also my cousin. She can cope with dear old Severus.� Hermione gaped a moment. She had examined the Black family tapestry enough times at Grimmauld Place to know that Malfoy was on there right along with many other less savory characters, but maybe because of Tonks� mother�s removal from said tapestry, it had never truly struck her until this moment that their mothers were sisters and that made Tonks about as close a relative to Draco as you could get.
�Do you see Tonks?� Hermione asked, barely above a whisper. If Malfoy and Tonks were in communication, it opened up a whole new avenue of questions for her to ponder over in the privacy of her room. Was he dangerous - to Tonks, to the Order, or was Malfoy changing his loyalties? Hermione could feel panic swirling inside her at the horrible scenarios she was conjuring up.
�We�ve met a few times �.since Lucius - since the end of 5^th year,� Draco compromised. �She came and told me what had happened; the Ministry thought it might come better from family,� he added stiffly. �Didn�t occur to them that I�d never spoken a word to her before then. Parents wouldn�t allow it; I�d only caught sight of her at school a few times before she left; she was in 7^th year when we came here.� He looked at her with narrowed eyes, seeming to decide he�d said more than he intended. �More interesting to wonder how you come to know an Auror?�
�Well, um - Harry knows a lot of people,� Hermione squeaked out quickly, and Draco�s face closed off immediately as though a switch had been flipped.
�Potter, of course. I should have known.� He said coldly. �That�s probably enough for tonight. We should try and look at this every evening for about thirty minutes or so, though. Pringle does want us back with some kind of plan by next weekend. Maybe we should just pull names out of a hat.�
�Perhaps we could ask the Headmaster to lend us the Sorting Hat?� Hermione joked feebly, wondering desperately where the relaxed atmosphere had vanished off to and trying to lighten the situation. She didn�t know what she had said to upset Draco, only that it hurt her to see that he had lost all the warmth of earlier in the evening.
�Actually, Granger, that might be just the thing to make sure this isn�t a complete disaster. Why don�t you see if it�s possible? Goodnight.�
And with that he was gone, into his room, leaving Hermione wondering how she had been coerced into asking Professor Dumbledore if they could use the Sorting Hat to arrange the seating plans.

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Well, this will be the last chapter before I go away after all, but I have transferred the rest to disk so I may be able to keep up while I am gone!!
Kylara - I promise you it won�t be In, Off and Out, but it may be different from the usual, but I will comment on that more when it happens.
Computer is going to Computer Hospital tomorrow to have virus removed. Hopefully will be nice and speedy when I get back from England.
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