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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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In this chapter there are images borrowed from the phenomenal Affinity by Ginmar which is (in my humble opinion) the definitive Spike/Buffy fan fiction out there. They seemed so relevant to Hermione and Draco�s First Time that I just couldn�t resist! Anyone who has read it will know what they are, and if you haven�t done so, you should.

Chapter Twenty Nine

Hermione struggled slowly through the veils of sleep; for some reason she really wanted to stay where she was. It was very warm and comfortable in her bed this morning and she felt strangely lethargic, which was unlike her; she usually leapt right up to greet the new day with enthusiasm, but she simply couldn�t find the motivation for any sudden movements today. She just wanted to snuggle backwards into the warm body which was curled around her like a blanket, and drift back to sleep�
Wait! The what? That was the exact moment in which her brain awoke from its somnolence. There was someone in bed with her! A male someone. And he was naked - she knew this because she could feel the very hard evidence of it against her behind. And so was she! He had one hand curved around her breast, holding her possessively, and it most certainly wasn�t Ron�s hand - which would have been bad enough to start with! But this was worse. So much worse!
Hermione wriggled slowly away from the intruder in her bed, and although he mumbled and tried to hold her still, he didn�t waken and momentarily Hermione was standing beside her own bed gazing with rapidly rising hysteria at the sleeping form of the Head Boy. Her memories of the previous night rushed back at her with all the speed of the Hogwarts Express on the first day of term; images of her own wanton behaviour, her own body surrendering to his hands and mouth, her own voice begging him not to stop - which he hadn�t, as the dull throbbing ache between her legs could attest to. Merlin, she ached in places she didn�t even know she had places.
No wonder she felt so lethargic when she awoke. She couldn�t even remember how many times he had made her come last night either with his body or his hands. She had lost count along with her inhibitions at around about five. They had finally succumbed to exhaustion, he still deep inside her at about 3.30 this morning. A quick glance at her alarm told her it was now mid morning, closely followed by the realisation that the combined residue from their nightly activities was slowly leaking from her body and making a sticky trail down her inner thighs, and she grimaced. Shower now, panic later. With a bit of luck he�d be gone by the time she finished and she could recriminate with herself in private.
Somewhere in her head a faint voice was calling out to her that since she had already accepted this was going to happen her current reaction was somewhat excessive, but for some reason this morning a freakish virginal fear of the male sex had taken hold of her mind and she was fermenting a healthy dose of hysteria as she backed away from the bed.
She refused to admit how sexy he looked asleep in her bed, his face mashed into her pillow, his body (which was thankfully covered from the waist downwards by a quilt, for she secretly thought if she had seen his naked bum, she may never have actually made it to the shower) spread eagled across her bed taking up nearly every available inch of the mattress.
Once she reached the relative safety of the bathroom and closed the door, she fell back against the wood almost hyperventilating. Away from the temptation of his presence she could finally begin to process what she - they - had done. Oh God, she had really slept with Draco Malfoy, although she secretly admitted there hadn�t been much actual sleeping involved at first! But eventually they had slept. Together. In her bed. And he was still there! In her bed. And she was hiding in the bathroom, with no idea what to do next.
What was the etiquette for having sex (copious amounts of hot, sweaty, fantastic sex) with someone you had hated for six years but recently found yourself lusting after like a Veela in heat, and still finding him there in the morning? She hadn�t expected that; in all the scenarios which had played out in her head since her acceptance of the inevitability of this happening, she had never once pictured him still there the next day.
Actually, she had barely allowed her imaginings to even approach The Event; her inexperience had stumbled up against the physical aspect of her decision and even though her brain was clear on the mechanics of it she had found herself unable to envisage what would happen during her - deflowering, for want of a better term - much less comprehend that it would inevitably be followed by a Morning After!
Good Grief, Hermione had never had any type of sex with anyone before - good, bad or indifferent, so she supposed that no matter who she had awoken next to this morning, it would have been awkward, but at least with anyone else she would have imagined that there had been some prior relationship and an emotional build-up to this event and that was how they had ended up in such a position. Even now, she couldn�t for the life of her imagine what had made Draco Malfoy decide recently that he wanted to have sex with her; along with her own inexplicable attraction to him, the fact that he seemed to return it was another thing which had driven her mad with indecision over the past two months.
Yet he had - she had - for hours and hours, turning to each other again and again in the night, until they had both been too weak to move�.. What was he doing still sprawled out across her bed looking gorgeous and tempting her to just crawl back under the covers when what she really needed to do was some serious panicking?
She forced herself to turn on the shower hoping that the force of the water would clear her head, which was currently insisting on replaying graphic images of the past night on the insides of her retinas. Erotic pictures of Draco resting between her legs, of his mouth on her breasts - all over her body, of him telling her to look as he slipped so easily inside her, making her watch where they were joined. But above all there was his voice, weaving an erotic spell around her, whispering in her ear, telling her every single thing he wanted to do to her and then describing how it felt when he achieved it.
The whole night had shocked her to the core of her being; she had never imagined that people could do things like that to each other in the cover of darkness, and then get up and walk around the next day unmarked, with no outward sign to scream to the world what they had done. Oh, there were marks on her, to be sure. Light bruises from the tightness of his fingers as he came deep inside her body, faint teeth marks on her breasts and shoulders, but otherwise no indication of the monumental change she had undergone last night.
She studied herself as the water ran behind her, but the bathroom mirror showed her the same Hermione who had greeted her yesterday morning. A little more flushed and with worse bed-head, true; but Hermione thought something should look different - as if she ought to be able to tell that the world had shifted on its axis and nothing was familiar any more. But if she had surprised herself with the loss of her own inhibitions in the grip of passion, then Draco had been a revelation. There was nothing of the obnoxious little boy they had met on the train six years ago in the man she had seen last night.
Where Hermione had lost the ability to string two words together and been reduced to incoherent babbling and whimpers, she had found that Draco�s normally sarcastic and offensive tongue had previously undisclosed skills; his true vocal talent lay in the erotic and seductive whispers he feathered across her skin as he brought her again and again to higher levels of anticipation. She had never known it could be so arousing to listen to him describe in explicit detail exactly what he was going to do to every single inch of her body. The more she lost the ability to talk, the more creative his suggestions became, until all she could manage was to order him �do it� and scream loudly enough to wake them in the Hufflepuff dormitories when he did.
She had to stop thinking about him. She had to; this was supposed to have gotten it out of her system, so she could go back to being Hermione Granger, student. Was she going to allow him to totally take over her thoughts just because he knew his way around the female body? She hit her head against the shower wall several times. One thing was blatantly clear, and that was that not a single word of his considerable reputation had been exaggerated. She had to stop thinking about him before she threw all good sense to the winds and went back out there and jumped him. If all other sensible arguments failed, she was definitely too sore to take him inside her again.
Standing up for so long had made her aware of the recently torn tissues inside her body, and although she could still hardly believe how careful he had been to make sure her first time was incredible (and it certainly was) there was no getting around the fact that she was unused to such activities, and she wondered vaguely if even the most experienced witches could spend almost six hours making love - Having sex, Hermione, don�t pretty it up! she admonished herself - without feeling some kind of discomfort. Although the hot water felt good on her other aching muscles, the dull throb within her getting stronger, and she wasn�t sure that it was terribly helpful to keep thinking about Draco�s not inconsiderable bedroom skills.
Of all the incredibly dangerous and stupid things she had done in the past six years this had to be right at the top of the list, so why did she want to do it again so badly? She had accepted that Draco Malfoy would be her first, but she had never expected that it would feel like this; that the connection she found with him would be so intense, so emotional - that it almost felt like something more than just sex. She was beginning to realise why House Elves hit their heads against the wall so often.
So intent was she on her self-flagellation that she didn�t notice a cool draft of air as the bathroom door opened. Her first indication that she was no longer alone came when the husky voice she had been so recently fantasizing about asked right beside her, �Is there room in there for one more?�
Hermione let out a high squeak of shock and spun around to find Draco leaning against the shower stall, arms crossed over his chest and quite totally stark naked. He was smirking, but the sight of her breasts bouncing as she jumped wiped the grin right off his face, to be replaced by a predatory look that she was already beginning to recognise. His eyes darkened, and Hermione couldn�t help letting her eyes drop below his crossed arms to find him already erect and growing even harder if possible, as his attention focused on her nipples.
Her examination didn�t last long; her eyes on him almost felt like an actual caress and all the air seemed to have been sucked out of the small space by his presence. She tried to gasp in a breath and the movement of her chest caused him to growl and then he was through the cascading water and had her pressed back against the shower wall, held there by his body. One hand burrowed through the weight of her wet hair to the nape of her neck, holding her still so that he could take her mouth with his own once more.
She didn�t wait for him to take the lead this time, her own tongue pushing past his teeth to play with his. She tilted her head until they achieved the perfect angle to fully possess each other�s mouths. She could feel the friction of his lightly scattered golden hair rubbing against her insanely sensitive nipples and she moved to straddle his thigh, needing to relieve the ache between her legs even though the movement was pleasure bordering on pain.
He kissed her until she felt that she would melt into a puddle and wash away down the drain with the shower water, and when she was utterly limp and boneless in his arms, he withdrew panting heavily as he reached behind him to find the soap. �Here,� he whispered, holding it out to her, �You�re ahead of me.�
Hermione quivered under the intensity of his hot gaze as she accepted the bar of soap and speculated on the freedom he had just given her to explore every inch of him, inhibitions rapidly vanishing she intended to take full advantage of it. Analysis of the rights and wrongs of this could wait until there was no naked Slytherin to distract her. She licked her red swollen lips as she tried to decide where to start, and Draco wondered briefly if being bathed by the Head Girl would be the thing which finally broke him.
She started, her hands slippery and hesitant at his shoulders, more caressing than cleansing as they flowed over his chest and stomach, then turning him away from her to smooth over his back, and finally down to his buttocks; that behind which so fascinated the female population of Hogwarts, and she had her hands on it. She, Hermione Granger, the Gryffindor Head Girl had her hands on Draco Malfoy�s perfect arse; growing more adventurous, she squeezed and caressed making him moan.
�Fuck, Granger, stop bloody teasing me. You know where it�s stickiest.� He pulled her wrist dragging one of her hands round his body, bringing her flush against his back until he could feel her nipples poking into his skin, and leading her hand to his bursting penis. They let out simultaneous groans as her soapy fingers closed around his erection, and began sliding along his length copying their actions of the previous evening.
Draco immediately began praising her, encouraging her tentative caresses. �Oh, Granger, that�s so good. Hold me tighter. He won�t break!� He was thrusting into her palm now, and she was sure he had grown even harder. �Give me your other hand,� he groaned, and she obeyed, skimming her fingertips over his hip bones as she moved her hand around to his, he guided her down to his testicles and she cupped him in her palm, tickling her fingers through the rough curls at the base of his cock. His sac felt tight and swollen, and it took only moments before he caught her hand and held her still. �Oh, shit, Merlin! You need to stop Granger. I�m too close. I won�t be able to hold it.�
Hermione flushed and stilled her movements . Truth be told, she was as aroused as Draco, just from playing with him but some sensible corner of her mind -Oh, where were you last night when I let this get started - currently unfogged by lust reminded her that it was too soon for her to take him inside again and that she probably should slow down before she got to the point where she didn�t care anymore, and ended up begging for him to take her again. And again. And again.
Draco turned to face her and with an intuition she would have barely believed him incapable of just 24 hours ago, he asked her, �Are you sore?� She flushed scarlet, unused to being so open about such things. She had never even gossiped with Lavender and Parvati about sex during the six years they had shared a dorm, although she had heard plenty when she was trying to sleep and they had been whispering together. To suddenly be having her first real discussion about sex with Draco Malfoy was surreal.
�Unh -� was all Hermione could manage through her embarrassment, accompanied by a quick nod. She was distracted by his erection thrusting up between them so dark and swollen in contrast to the fairness of the rest of his skin. It seemed to be reaching out to her and she wanted to make it happy.
�Well, I�ll just have to kiss it better then,� Draco murmured slyly and waited for her lust fogged brain to process his words.
�Uh - what?� she stammered, inarticulate, and he grinned a thoroughly satisfied smirk that made her legs quake. When he was sure he had her full attention, he slowly dropped to his knees in front of her and pushed her hips back to rest against the slick tiles of the shower. �Ah, Draco!� She gasped out as his mouth traveled over her rounded tummy and down towards the source of her aching.
�Present,� he murmured, his breath stirring her curls.
� - What - Oh - what are you doing?� Her voice raised rapidly to a squeak and she gasped out the last word as his hands slowly slid up the inside of her thighs, gently but firmly pushing her legs apart.
Poised between her thighs, Draco looked up and gave her a truly Slytherin Glare. �I�m transfiguring a flobberworm, Granger,� he said sarcastically, �What does it look like?� and then his fingertips brushed along the swollen tissues around her entrance, barely touching her but leaving a yearning ache in their wake.
�But - but, it�s daylight,� she whimpered as he lowered his chin to look upwards at her through the curtain of his ridiculously long eyelashes, and gave her the most wicked look in his extensive repertoire.
�It is,� he agreed silkily, �and all the better to see you with, Miss Granger!� He slowly stuck his tongue out at her and took an exploratory taste, starting at her weeping center and finishing up by swirling his tongue tortuously lightly around her aching clit and finally gently sucking the swollen bundle of nerves completely into his mouth until her legs began to quiver and helpless moans escaped her mouth.
Showing what he thought was quite remarkable restraint, Draco drew back from her and her hips instinctively tried to follow, her whimpers protesting the loss of his mouth despite her initial embarrassment. He was so ready that he was leaking a steady stream of pre-cum into the cascading hot water, but the shower was spoiling his fun. All he could smell was the fruity essence of the soap. �We have to get out of here,� he whispered to her, pulling himself to a standing position. �I want to taste you; I want to get high on your scent, and all I can smell is this damned soap - come on!� He half carried, half dragged the limp Head Girl out of the shower murmuring a drying charm over them both as he guided them back towards her bed.
They didn�t make it. Hermione, limp and uncoordinated from arousal, caught her foot under the edge of the thick bedroom carpet as they passed through the door and staggered bringing him down with her. They sprawled onto the floor, Draco landing with his face between her breasts, his hips cradled between her outspread legs. He thought, �What the fuck - bed�s too far away anyhow,� and began making his way downwards, trailing kisses over her navel and around the edge of her brown curls until he arrived at his feast, taking a deep appreciative breath which sent shivers of pleasure though her whole body. �That�s better,� he breathed. �Merlin, you smell fantastic, Mina!�
Hermione was already shaking in anticipation of his repeating what he had done to her in the shower, and she wasn�t disappointed; but this time there was no teasing or gentle exploration. Draco dived straight in, feasting on her own weeping arousal, licking her from top to bottom and curling his tongue up inside her aching passage as far as he could penetrate. Within seconds Hermione was in a writhing state of ecstasy, capable of little more than sobbing his name out, and he had to hold her hips still to prevent her from crushing his ears in her abandon.
And then he stopped. Without warning. Simply withdrew, leaving her shaking and so close to coming that it actually hurt to move. Draco wasn�t sure himself where he had found the control to stop either, but he just wanted to look at her in the revealing daylight, to see her wild with passion; he drank in the sight of her swollen pink flesh, wet and glistening from a combination of her own arousal and his saliva, and he decided he could stay there watching her come apart in his arms for ever. Slyly, he blew a slow rush of air across her aching folds and it was too much for her insanely sensitive clit; spasms began deep in her womb and spread outwards to every extremity of her body. Her mouth opened in a scream, but no sound came out, and Draco, realizing he had misjudged how close he could push her, swooped back down to her pussy drinking down all he could of her climax and trying to extend it as long as possible.
She went limp against him all of a sudden and he realised she had come so hard she had momentarily passed out. He lay panting, his head resting against her right thigh, trying to hold on to his own orgasm until she revived and could share it with him, but the friction of the rough carpet against his aching cock threatened an inglorious ending for him if he so much as twitched a muscle. Don�t move, don�t move, he chanted in his head until he felt the uneven fluttering of her breath against his hair and one of her hands lifted limply from the carpet and caressed the back of his neck.
�Draco,� she sighed his name, �I - that was -�
�I know,� he agreed smugly, disengaging her hand from his hair and drawing it down to where he ached the most. She closed her fingers around him and sighed, caressing him and learning the texture of his skin as she turned on her side to find a better position. Draco laid back and closed his eyes, concentrating on the exquisite sensation of her touch, struggling to contain his climax so as to enjoy this as long as humanly possible.
He was shocked when a sudden shift in the air over his body and her withdrawal from his side made his eyes fly open to find her straddling him, guiding him inside his most favourite place in the whole world. �Mina, don�t -� he began and when her face froze in shame and embarrassment, he realized how wrong that sounded. �You don�t need to, you�re hurting,� he raced on trying to explain himself before shock could turn into offense. �Just stroke me. I love to feel your hands on my cock. I don�t want to hurt you more - Oh! -�
Hermione smiled a sly secret little smile and sank tortuously slowly down onto his erection, until he was finally lost for words. �Oh, Mina - Oh, shit. I�m not going to last - Oh, God, so close - I - Ah -� he was babbling, head tossing on the floor and Hermione felt insanely pleased with herself to realise that she could do this to Draco Malfoy. She skimmed over his nipples with the tips of her fingers and experimentally tightened her vaginal muscles around his swollen length. He roared and his hips thrust involuntarily up from the floor dislodging her from her squatting position; she fell forwards forcing his penis even deeper into her body, hitting a spot so insanely sensitive that she instantly and uncontrollably tipped in to another climax, and this time nothing could contain Draco�s release. His orgasm was so intense he could actually feel the progress of his come as it exploded from his balls and surged the length of his penis before erupting into her throbbing body like a volcano. He couldn�t move, couldn�t breathe, and he thought his brain might possibly have exploded and was even now leaking out of his ears. It certainly felt like it had.
They lay boneless on the floor, panting, until Hermione finally managed to mumble, �Need another shower now,� before she drifted back into unconsciousness, her head nestled in the curve of his shoulder, her left arm and leg sprawled possessively across his body. Draco lay there holding her until the hardness of the floor began to make his back ache, and then he uncurled from her, picking her up and carrying her back to lie in her bed.
He really, really wanted to join her and spend the whole day naked with her, but common sense prevailed. He was awake, and she wasn�t, and it would look bad - if not downright suspicious if both the Head Boy and Girl missed two consecutive meals. Breakfast was lost to them since it was now nearly noon, so he decided he would exercise some damage control and attend lunch in the Great Hall.
He was amazed at himself that he could ever have thought having Hermione Granger once would be enough for him. Last night had proved that beyond all shadow of a doubt. But in the morning light he found himself unwilling to share this with anyone. It was not that he was ashamed of what had happened - although that might have been true last year - or that he was worried about anyone else�s reaction. No one was in a position to censure him now anyway. No, this was more in the nature of a possessive secrecy. He wanted Granger all to himself. He was not prepared to share this with anyone at all; it was too private, and truthfully, too important to be brought out in the open for speculation by all and sundry, and he realized that was an indication of just how deeply he was into this, and the bigger miracle was that he didn�t even care.
He dressed, smiling smugly as he pulled an old pair of black jeans softened by numerous washings, over his own sensitive parts. Hermione might be sore from the loss of her virginity, but even Draco who had been no virgin for several years now, was unused to having this much sex in one day. In fact, he wouldn�t have believed himself capable of sustaining so many consecutive erections without the aid of an engorging charm if he hadn�t the proof before him.
In all, he couldn�t ever remember being in a better mood as he entered the Great Hall. Well, maybe in 5^th year when Potter got kicked off the Quidditch team - no, actually - not even then! Nothing was going to bring him down today!
He was shortly to find out he was wrong.

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I am so glad you liked the last chapter. Actually, it was the very first chapter I wrote for the whole story, so I am sure you realise that I was as eager as you to finally reach the point where I could post it! After all I have been sitting on it since April when I first started posting here!!! Ch 28 and this one had to go through some severe editing and rewriting since they were first put down on paper, due to the unexpectedly annoying way Draco and Hermione kept changing the storyline on me since then, but I hope this end result pleases.
Next time we will visit with the Slytherins!!
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