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Pansy's Volcano	By : Bluemidget57 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 206366 -:- Recommendations : 6 -:- Currently Reading : 8
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Chapter List
- 1-Pansy's Volcano
- 2-Two
- 3-Three
- 4-Four
- 5-Five
- 6-Six
- 7-Seven
- 8-Eight
- 9-Nine
- 10-Ten
- 11-Eleven
- 12-Twelve
- 13-Thirteen
- 14-Fourteen
- 15-Fifteen
- 16-Sixteen
- 17-Seventeen
- 18-Eighteen
- 19-Nineteen
- 20-Twenty
- 21-Twenty one
- 22-Twenty Two
- 23-Twenty Three
- 24-Twenty Four
- 25-Twenty Five
- 26-Twnety Six
- 27-Twenty Seven
- 28-Twenty Eight
- 29-Twenty Nine
- 30-Thirty
- 31-Thirty one
- 32-Thirty Two
- 33-Thirty Three
- 34-Thirty Four
- 35-Thirty Five
- 36-Thirty Six
- 37-Thirty Seven
- 38-Thirty Eight
- 39-Thirty Nine
- 40-Forty
- 41-Forty One
- 42-Forty Two
- 43-Forty Three
- 44-Forty Four
- 45-Forty Five
- 46-Forty Six
- 47-Forty Seven
- 48-Forty Eight
- 49-Forty Nine
- 50-Fifty
- 51-Fifty One
- 52-52
- 53-53
- 54-54
- 55-55
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Sigh. Still not mine.
Chapter Three
After Draco collected himself and performed a cleaning spell on the bed, he took a shower in hopes of removing the itchy feeling which had settled on him shortly after his pulse rate had returned to normal and his mind was not so fogged with Granger lust.
It didn�t work, but he thought a Malfoy should be in better control of his mind and his body, so he ordered himself to forget that the past two hours had ever happened, and marched down to the Great Hall for dinner as if there was nothing amiss in his world.
He didn�t, he really absolutely and definitely did not look at the Gryffindor table as he passed and notice that Granger was not there.
Pansy was sitting with two other Slytherin girls, a 6^th and 7^th year, and she scowled at him under her fringe as he passed but obviously knew better than to challenge him about anything.
Draco strode to his normal position at the head of the table. As Head Boy and also team captain he was expected to show a presence at meal times and be available afterwards to students should they need guidance or advice in any matter.
This was also expected of the Head Girl, so why wasn�t she here fulfilling her duties like the perfect Gryffindor lioness that she was, he brooded with a scowl. It wasn�t like little Miss Perfect to blow off a single one of her obligations. She had taken to her prefect duties in 5^th year like a duck to water, and ever since had only seemed to add more burdens to her already overflowing schedule. And she never missed the dinner scheduling unless one of the Professors announced a reason beforehand, and gave out an alternative time for the students to make appointments with her.
Draco just knew that she would have a whole chapter devoted to her scholastic and extra- curricular achievements in future editions of Hogwarts; A History. It made him sick.
He took his seat; the Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw tables had no corresponding chairs in this position as the Head students were not selected from their houses this year, and glowered at the empty space at the top of the Gryffindor table. Despite his checkered reputation, Draco did take his responsibilities as Head Buy quite seriously. It had been a very long time since anyone from Slytherin has been selected as Head Boy - or Girl, come to that - and he was actually very proud that Dumbledore had shown the vision to see beyond Lucius� legacy and judge Draco by his accomplishments rather than his name.
Of course, he only admitted this in the privacy of his own head, and certainly never in front of any other Slytherins. He had repressed his elation when elected and simply said Whom else do you think he�d chose? Potty or that Red Head Weasel. We all know Granger does their homework for them anyway! It had been somewhat touch and go after his behaviour in the 5^th year after all, and he still winced to himself when something reminded him particularly of Professor Umbridge, but his father�s imprisonment in Azkaban had thoroughly shaken Draco.
He had thought long and hard during the summer between 5^th and 6^th year about how he wanted to be perceived by his peers, and not only those in his House, and he had chosen to find out what he wanted for himself instead of what his father wanted for him. 6^th had been an interesting year, and he had found he was actually a very different person from whom he had always thought he was. He had been made captain of the Quidditch team at the beginning of the 6^th year and had spent the following ten months trying to reinvent himself into someone he liked better. For the most part he thought he had done quite well; he was a lot more at ease within his own mind, but he was careful not to be so changed on the outside that he lost his grip on his House.
School work had always come easily to him; he was exceptionally clever and quick to learn, but now that he actually put some effort into studying his marks improved spectacularly and he knew he had given Granger a run for her money last year, and until today the only pleasure he had derived from the little Muggle had come from seeing her grinding her teeth whenever one of the Professors handed him back a paper with the same grade as hers. He had taken to giving her a smug wink and tilting the top of his assignments so that she could read his mark whenever their work was returned, and it was one of his greatest entertainments to see how she fumed silently for the rest of the class.
He knew her well enough to know she was infuriated that he of all people should be the only other student in school with the intellectual capacity to come anywhere near touching hers, much in the same way he had despaired of always being one step behind the bushy headed Muggle witch. Until this year. With his election as Head Boy, this year for the very first time in six years they were on a level footing at last.
Sometimes, Draco had even thought that Professor Snape might burst a blood vessel with the effort of holding in a true smile of approval and trying to maintain his usual dour countenance, when he saw Draco consciously choose not to do some appalling gittish thing that he would done without a second thought during his first five years.
Draco rather liked the new atmosphere he had created around himself over the past year, but now Granger had ruined it all with one carelessly spoken sentence.
He was tense and on edge again, and it felt like a regression to his prior incarnation; he was scowling at his dinner plate as it filled, and Goyle who was sitting in the end seat at Draco�s left spared a minute to wonder if this was a bad moment to ask for a favour before he leaned across and did so anyway.
�Draco, I can�t get that Transformation homework that McGonagall set us,� he mumbled low. �I keep trying to change my slippers into bunny rabbits but all I get are fluffy tails on the toes. It�s a stupid exercise anyway. I bet she only chose it to embarrass us! Can we go over it later?�
Draco repressed a large sigh. It appeared that life insisted in continuing on as usual around him, regardless of his own inner turmoil. �Sure Greg,� he said. �Might as well bring Vince, too. I don�t suppose he�s getting it either. Come by at about 7.00.�
�Thanks, Draco,� Goyle muttered quietly, then turned and growled at a passing first year who had strayed too close. It didn�t suit his image to be asking for homework help, and the subject embarrassed him so much he had almost chosen not to complete the assignment. But he knew Draco would have reamed him out for that; he honestly didn�t know what had come over his friend recently. All this sudden caring about schoolwork made his head hurt.
But Goyle was mindful of the fact that the only reason he and Crabbe had passed each year of their schooling and been neither held back nor transferred, was because Draco had harassed them and dragged them up to scrape a passing mark. If he suddenly decided that things needed to change, and they were not so dim that they hadn�t noticed this, then they were content as usual to follow his lead.
A burst of giggling from further down the table roused Draco from his increasingly morbid thoughts and looking at Pansy reminded him that he needed to find out if there was any truth in the rumours of a fidelity hex, and if so how could girls from other Houses know about it when he didn�t? Draco had always prided himself on the depth and scale of his intelligence gathering; it was incredibly unsettling to think he had heard nothing of a threat that was so personal and invasive..
A couple of younger Slytherins approached him to discuss some issue or other and he made individual appointments for two of them later that evening, but all the time he was considering how best to investigate the Pansy problem.
Eventually, a late arrival for dinner gave Draco the answer he needed. Blaise Zabini, a Slytherin in his year was someone with whom Draco had occasion to explore sensitive issues during his younger years. Blaise was a model Slytherin; sly, clever, devious and ambitious. Draco was sure that a financial arrangement could be made with him, which would not only be beneficial to Blaise but would also allow Draco the peace of mind that came from knowing he would not be outsold to a higher bidder. Blaise had shown himself to have highly moral sense of loyalty when �employed� by someone.
Draco left the table at 6.15 to meet with the fist of the younger students who had requested his assistance. He stopped briefly beside Blaise who was seated with a couple of 6^th year boys.
�Blaise,� he began in a low voice, but not by any means whispering or giving the impression that what he was saying might be a juicy secret or anything he would be uncomfortable with anyone overhearing. �Would you be able to spare me a moment later on this evening, say maybe 9.00, to go over some details?�
�Sure, Draco,� Blaise complied easily. �The Prefect�s office suit you?�
�Certainly,� Draco agreed and continued on his way.
The time seemed to creep on leaden feet until 9.00.. Draco was impatient to deal with something tangible. He had passed a day which was turning all of his previous beliefs on their tail, and he wanted to return to the comfort of his familiar Slytherin behaviour. An investigation of Pansy Parkinson was just what he needed to get his head back on the level; something he could control unlike the paths his thoughts had roamed without his permission too often today.
He listened patiently to Michael DeLuca, a first year Slytherin who was having problems with flying lessons which had started the week before. Draco spent fifteen minutes helping him practice the Up command before his next appointment appeared.
This proved to be a more complex problem, as the girl who walked in to the Slytherin Prefect Office was not the one who had approached him in the Great Hall and asked to see him; something which would have made Draco immediately suspicious even if the girl had not been Krista Reid, a 6^th year Slytherin who had tried out for the Quidditch Team and been rejected last week.
Alarms went off in his head when he saw how she was dressed; her uniform skirt shortened drastically, her tie missing and her shirt unbuttoned far enough for him to see little pink roses on the cups of her white bra. It wasn�t the first time a Slytherin had tried to sleep their way onto the House team and Draco knew that under previous Captains, it had been a tactic that may have worked.
However, Draco�s main concern with his Captaincy this year was to create a team that was capable of defeating the Gryffindor Machine. This was his last year to do so, and he was determined to the point of fanaticism. Tryouts for this year�s team had taken four days, with numerous callbacks until he was sure he had the best and most dedicated players his House had to offer.
And if Krista Reid thought she could change his mind by flashing a bit of leg, she had seriously underestimated him and her own charms; particularly in light of the fact that since this afternoon there was only one witch in the whole of Hogwarts whose legs he was interested in.
He thought however, it might be fun to tease her for a while until it was time to go over Crabbe & Goyle�s homework. He waved her to a chair across form where he sat. �Have a seat, Krista,� he offered. �How may I help you? I was expecting Sara.�
Krista collapsed elegantly into the chair opposite him and immediately crossed her legs making sure that her skirt traveled up as she did so, exposing more thigh. Draco puffed out his breath and barely restrained an eye roll; she was so obvious. Granger would never lower herself to behaving like this.
�Draco, � Krista began in a pouty voice that grated on his nerves. �I wanted to speak to you about the team, but I think we should get more comfortable first - �
�Krista, � Draco interrupted before she could get started, realizing suddenly that there was no fun in this at all. He just wanted to get away. �There is nothing you could say and certainly nothing you could physically do, save for improving your Quidditch skills 100% by Saturday, which would induce me to place you on this year�s team. So if that is all you have to say, I shall have to ask you to excuse me!�
Krista�s eyes snapped and she bounced up from her chair striding across to place her hands flat on the desk in front of Draco, leaning over to him and exposing a great deal more of her cleavage in the process. Draco pulled a face and stretched backwards away from her.
�Please, Draco,� she whispered. �I�ll do anything you want. Anything at all�..�
�I�ve told you what I want,� Draco hissed. �This conversation is over. Now get out of here before I forget that you�re supposed to be a Lady. My decision on this year�s team is final and you can pass that on to anyone else who seems to be having a problem with it!�
He strode across and opened the office door. �Thank you for visiting, Krista,� he said coldly as he waited for her to exit.
Krista flounced out of the office, pausing dramatically in the doorway to hiss at him. �You�ve lost your edge Draco Malfoy! God only knows what Pansy still sees in you!�
Draco slammed the door behind her and dropped backwards to rest against it. Much as he hated to give any credence to the parting shot of a spoilt bitch, he realized that by Slytherin standards her words were perfectly true. He had lost his edge. This time last week he would have slept with her, played her along for a few days, allowed her to believe she had a chance of changing his mind before he cut her loose without a prayer. She was a beautiful witch, reasonably smart and a good flyer. Her parents were wealthy and established. She did not have bushy hair, a superior attitude and a red and gold tie.
He should never have gotten out of bed this morning. He was suddenly sure if he hadn�t gone to double Advanced Potions today his life would still be on track. There had been a particularly brutal Quidditch practice last night which had left him bruised and sore and he had seriously considered staying in bed this morning. Why oh why had he ignored that impulse and got out of bed like a good little student? If he hadn�t been in that corridor outside of Professor Snape�s lab with Pansy earlier, he wouldn�t be standing here comparing Krista Reid unfavorably to that Mudblood Granger, and finding her lacking in every department.

I�ve lost it this time, he thought to himself, hitting his head back against the door. He heard Crabbe and Goyle�s voices outside the door and took a deep breath before moving on to the next item on his list. At least with these two out of the way, he could concentrate on the issue of Pansy, something he found more interesting than homework he could have done in second year, sexually frustrated Quidditch players or flying instruction for first years. Why had he ever thought that being Head Boy was something he desired?
He spent an hour with his two friends, and when they left he was confident that they could perform the spell at that particular moment in time. Whether it stayed with them until class the next day remained to be seen. Draco knew that most other students thought he kept Crabbe & Goyle around for muscle and to present an intimidating front. Certainly as he had been a slight boy with little physical bulk for most of his previous school years, it was a reasonable assumption to make. There was some truth in there, but as usual appearances could be deceptive, and it was also not all of the truth.
In fact, Draco really had no need of any muscle to protect himself; his magical ability was far greater than he ever revealed in the scholastic environment. He had learnt a lot from his father about control and concealment before he chose to take an alternative path from his destined one. He had been capable of basic wandless magic before he had attended Hogwarts, but his father had impressed painfully upon him never to reveal this to anyone at the school and especially not that fool Dumbledore. Draco had suspected Lucius was grooming him for some kind of coup against the Headmaster No, thank you very much! but he had still chosen to keep his own secrets even after his path strayed from Lucius�.
His father had also instructed the 11 year old Draco to keep Crabbe and Goyle close by as their fathers were subject to Lucius himself in the service of You Know Who. For a couple of years Draco had found both boys to be unbelievably irritating, but some time in third year he had lightened up on them and consequently they relaxed their twitchy behaviour around him. Being less nervous of his unpredictable temper and sudden hexing, they began to make fewer mistakes until by 4^th year Draco began to find them quite likeable in an affectionate older sibling kind of way. They would never be his equals intellectually but they were loyal and genuinely liked him as opposed to his image, so he tried to do his best for them.
Draco made his way to the prefect�s common room to await Blaise. He spent the hour before his scheduled meeting on his own homework, grateful again that he didn�t need to put much more effort than this into completing his work. He had achieved higher marks in the past year, but had never understood Granger�s obsession with doing more than was assigned to them in class. He had no desire to do extra credit work even in the interest of finally beating her academically. He was too busy to do more schoolwork than even their Professors deemed necessary for them to graduate with a proper education.
He pushed his books away from him as Blaise opened the door and came in. Typically, there was no knock to announce his presence, and he cast a locking and silencing spell behind him. Draco raised an eyebrow and leaned back in his chair, stretching out the kinks of the past three hours.
Blaise smirked at him and tilted his head acknowledging Draco�s reaction to his dramatic entry. �Well, � he drawled. �I figured you wouldn�t want to talk to me unless it was something - ah, shall we say - not for public consumption?�
�And you would be correct of course,� Draco agreed. �You know how I appreciate your discretion, but I hope you don�t think I only speak to you when I want something?�
�Of course not, Draco,� Blaise agreed congenially, dropping casually into a chair and draping one leg over the arm in a very relaxed manner. �But if you had just wanted social chitchat we could have accomplished that in the Great Hall. So tell me what we need to do. I haven�t had a project since last term. I find myself looking forward to this.�
Draco smiled. Oh yes, he had picked the perfect person for the job. Blaise was efficient, pleasant and discreet, but most of all he wasn�t even slightly intimidated by Draco, which meant Pansy wouldn�t be able to intimidate him either. She could be quite scary when she went on a rampage, as Draco well knew.
�Well,� he began, rolling his head to stretch the kinks out of his neck. �This afternoon I heard some very interesting rumours, and I think I would like to get to the truth of the matter, so of course I immediately thought of you to help me.� Blaise raised his eyebrows encouragingly and Draco continued. �I happened to overhear some girls - Gryffindor girls - talking about Pansy. Well, actually closer to the truth that they were talking about me, and her name came up.�
Draco was not usually modest about his appeal to the witches at Hogwarts, but given the girls involved and the subsequent fact of his having brought himself to a mind blowing orgasm thinking about the Gryffindor Head Girl, Draco was understandable reluctant to name names in the matter.
�In what context were they talking about Pansy - and yourself?� Blaise enquired, going straight for the heart of the matter and bypassing the identities of the parties involved.
�Ah, well, that�s the question, isn�t it?� Draco sighed. �It was implied that Pansy had cast a fidelity charm over me. Presumably to inform her if I - ah - play an away game?�
�Of course,� Blaise said. �Aside from anything else, even if you were in an exclusive relationship with her - and I�m assuming you aren�t?� Draco greeted this idea with a snort. �Even then, it would be insulting and invasive. But with there existing no kind of promise - � he looked questioningly at Draco who nodded, �It goes way beyond what is acceptable.�
�Absolutely,� Draco agreed. �I also need to know, if it exists, whether it is just a warning charm so she knows something has happened, or if it is a reactive charm - having actual physical effects on me.�
�Hmm, yes,� Blaise said, and Draco could see that his mind was already calculating the next move and where he would need to start to find out exactly what was going on. He narrowed his eyes and looked back at Draco. �And you heard this from girls outside of Slytherin, you say?� he confirmed.
�Yes, � Draco bit off angrily. �Which is what causes me most concern. I need to know why a gaggle of Gryffindors knew something which affects me before I did.�
�Well, women do have a network which they only share with other females,� Blaise said with a sigh. �And no matter how good a guy is at logic and intelligence, the female mind will always defy understanding. However, the important thing is that we know now, and we will get to the bottom of this now that we do!�
Draco nodded. �You�re right, of course, which is why I trust you to do this for me. Do you want to discuss terms now?�
Blaise grinned. �I think I might enjoy this enough to go Pro Bono,� at Draco�s confused look, he waved his hand. �Muggle reference, no matter. I might have to seduce it out of Pansy. People are notoriously loose tongued in the grip of passion. Seems a natural lead in from one seduction to another. I think I may need a few more - relevant - details from you though.�
Draco nodded for him to continue, but was surprised by what Blaise asked.
�Well, we need to establish how long she might have been using it and its range, so I think I should know whether you have slept with any girls here since the beginning of this term. I think we can assume she developed this over the summer or you would already know about it, and anything you did last year is in the past.�
�No, I�ve been far too busy with the Team and settling into the Head position to spare time for girls so far,� Draco admitted. �There was a girl in the village I saw quite regularly last year, but that�s over now,� he stopped, surprised at where the words came from. This time yesterday he had been planning his next Hogsmeade trip solely for the purpose of rekindling his relationship with Isabel, which had lapsed while he returned to the family�s estate in the summer.
�Ok, good,� Blaise was collating information while Draco tried to make sense of what he had just said. �That means we only have to concern ourselves with the boundaries of Hogwarts itself. Do you want me to find out if it would be tied also to flying solo?�
Draco looked momentarily confused as he was still wading though the implications of having apparently dumped Isabel, and then it clicked what Blaise was asking, and he realized that in light of this afternoon�s actions he certainly needed to know if Pansy was able to tell every time he did - that. Because judging from his sudden lack of interest in anyone who wasn�t Granger, he had a feeling that was going to comprise his sex life for the immediate future. He actually felt his face getting red, and he mumbled a quick assent, but not fast enough to prevent Blaise giving him a strange look.
Draco suddenly thought that if he hadn�t been in the Potions corridor this afternoon and heard Granger, Ginny and Luna talking, he might have been in bed with Krista right now and things could already have been falling off. He swallowed on this thought and his strange lust for Granger didn�t seem quite so bad anymore. At least he would never actually touch her, and so his parts were probably safe until Blaise came up with some answers.
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