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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
- 29
- 30
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Chapter Thirty

Draco very rarely emerged in the halls of Hogwarts without his school robes, or more traditional formal robes. It was a habit ingrained in him by generations of Malfoy family tradition, which most of the other students didn�t adhere to on weekends, preferring the more casual Muggle style of dress when uniform was optional. It never occurred to him that his appearance in the Great Hall today for lunch, dressed only in well-worn casual jeans and a dark green sweater would cause the uproar that it did. He had simply been aiming for comfort against his abraded flesh.
He hardly noticed the silence as he walked up to the Slytherin table. He was still thinking about the look of shock on Hermione�s face as she had her first orgasm of the night. He sat down beside Greg Goyle, and began piling food onto his plate. He was suddenly starving and allowed himself a secretive smirk whilst reflecting on just exactly why he was so hungry.
Perhaps he should take a plate back up for Hermione, he thought. She would certainly need her strength for what he had in mind for tonight. He was happily planning the next things he was going to teach her when he became aware of how quiet it was along the length of the Slytherin table. He finally narrowed his eyes, and stared down at his housemates.
Conversation was flowing freely at the Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff and Gryffindor tables, so this was something specific to his House. Everyone from 4^th year upwards was staring at him, and the lower years were staring at their plates, far too intimidated to break the unnatural silence.
�What�s the matter with everyone?� he asked impatiently. �Did somebody die?� There was an immediate rush of denial; conversation started feverishly all along the table as he glowered down at them. He looked at Greg and raised an eyebrow, but Greg just shook his head and began shoveling food into his mouth. Further down the table a very red puffy-faced Mary Beene glared at him then presented her back.
Draco had no interest today in petty Slytherin politics. Even this obscure behaviour could barely dent his euphoria. He finished his lunch and charmed a paper bag to contain some bread rolls and fruit for Hermione, then got up and left the other Slytherins to their whispering, eager to get back to his rooms and his lover.
Unfortunately, he was stopped outside the doors by Nicholas Bartlett, the Ravenclaw Quidditch Captain, who wanted to go over the training schedule, as he seemed to think they had both booked the field for the same two hour period on Tuesday evening. Draco was tempted to tell Nick he could have it for the rest of the term if he wanted, along with the Quidditch championship and the House Cup, if he would just get out of the way and let me get back to Hermione! But some vestige of common sense prevailed. It was still important to beat Gryffindor for the Cup this year, and not everyone on the team had a gorgeous, sexy, passionate, naked witch, who was rapidly becoming more important than a flying game, waiting in her room for him. And the six other team members aside, there was a whole houseful of Slytherins desperate to beat Gryffindor at something who would be a whole lot less than impressed when their Captain tried to explain that they lost the Cup again because he couldn�t wait to get back in bed with the Gryffindor Head Girl. Yeah, right!
Therefore, they spent a frustrating forty minutes searching for Madam Hooch who maintained the schedule and then had to negotiate an alternate time spot. By the time Draco could return to the Head student suite, nearly two hours had passed and his worst fears were realized. Hermione had gone, although her door didn�t refuse him entry. Apparently he had sufficiently bypassed the wards placed on it the night before, and now he had free access to her room.
She was not there and the room smelt of fresh flowers; a cleaning charm he recognized from 4^th year. He swore viciously and kicked a small table. He should have left a note telling her he was going to lunch; she probably thought he�d dumped her now that he�d had her. In fact, he never should have left the room in the first place. He could have had the House Elves bring lunch up to them there, although remembering her short-lived S.P.E.W campaign in 4^th year, that might not have been any wiser than the choice he had made. Now he had given her time to build her prickly Gryffindor defenses back up and he would have to break though them all over again.
She was no doubt hiding back in the Gryffindor Tower once more, and although as Head Boy he knew the passwords to all the Houses, even he wasn�t brave enough to show his face in the Lions� Den looking for their previously virgin princess. He tried to remember if the comedy double act had been at lunch today, but he had hardly even looked at their table. He knew exactly where his own Gryffindor was, and she was the only one he had any interest in.
After spending a frustrating hour pacing their study waiting for Hermione to return, he finally accepted that he would never be able to settle down, and that she was going to make him suffer for as long as possible; he decided to visit his own House, maybe discover what all that peculiar behaviour at lunch was about.
He passed through the portrait of Salazar Slytherin which was his entry to his own House and experienced the brief rush of spatial displacement which occurred to minimize the actual distance between the suite of rooms reserved for the Head Students and their respective Houses. He assumed that Hermione�s passageway to the Gryffindor Tower worked similarly.
The first time he had entered Slytherin House this way, the sensation had felt like a milder version of a portkey, but he soon became accustomed to traveling thus and appreciated that he didn�t have to undertake a fifteen minute walk to reach the dungeons, which was the alternative.
The Common Room was busy after the Hogsmeade visit yesterday, and all heads turned to the corresponding portrait of Salazar as it swung open into the room. The only person who could enter from there was the Head Boy, so they had no doubt who was emerging. As he stepped into the room, there was a brief moment of silence and then the boys from the older years erupted into a catcall of cheers and whistles, yelling compliments and praises at him. Draco couldn�t prevent the brief expression of confusion which crossed his face before he schooled his features into a cold disdainful sneer more suitable for a Malfoy.

This kind of reaction was more usually reserved for a particularly spectacular Quidditch win, one where Gryffindor - and most especially Potter - had been massively humiliated, and Draco could count on the thumbs of one hand just how many times that had happened. He couldn�t for the life of him imagine what he had done to justify such adulation at this moment in time, but he was certainly distracted from his brooding about the Head Girl.
Briefly. Until the occasion was clarified.
As befitting their position as his special entourage, Crabbe and Goyle were the first to invade his personal space. Greg thumped him on the shoulder and winked unnervingly at him. Vince grabbed his hand with both of his own meaty ones and shook it so violently that Draco feared all the bones in his fingers would be crushed. �Amazing, Draco,� he enthused. �That was unbelievable!�
Draco was even more confused, but it would never do to admit it in his position. At the moment he seemed to have attained some kind of God-like status to his House, but he knew that could all change in the wink of an eye; they were like a pack of wolves waiting for the first sign of weakness. So he played up his role as if he knew exactly what he had done to deserve it. Vince and Greg dragged him over to sit in one of the black leather sofas by the fireplace, obviously hoping he would share some of the details, and he knew he would have to be very careful to draw out of them what they did know without revealing what he didn�t.

Vince was still gushing happily about how amazing it was, and how everyone had been up half the night, so Draco sat covertly studying the rest of the students in the common room whilst pretending to bask in his friend�s praises.
It didn�t take him long to work out that it was mostly the boys who were enraptured with him today. With few exceptions, the Slytherin girls were huddled in corners whispering and avoiding looking at him. Krista Reid, however, was staring right at him and if looks could have cast the Avada he would have been long gone by now.
His furtive gaze finally caught Blaise�s eye, and the other boy mouthed two words to him which brought instant clarity to the situation. �Pansy�s Volcano,� and Draco realized with a kind of fascinated horror that she must have reactivated the stupid alarm after he left her room that night.
He was thankful for his years of conditioning under Lucius that enabled him not to react with the shock and panic which was running unchecked through his system. How could he have been so stupid as to blow off dealing with her stupid alert? Well, actually he knew perfectly well why. Because he couldn�t think about anything else but Granger. She had taken over his common sense along with his head and his heart and certain other parts of his anatomy.
He thought furiously as Greg and Vince rambled on about how everyone admired him and how they had always known he was the stud of Hogwarts�
�What?� he hissed as that last phrase penetrated his whirring thoughts. �What did you just call me?�
Vince swallowed, thrown by the venom in Draco�s voice. �I - ah..It�s just that we�re all - you know - in awe - y�know. Of your - um�stamina?
Draco wondered if it could possibly get any worse, but immediately realised that if they ever found out who he had been with, then worse wouldn�t even be on the same planet as where they were now. Putting aside any thoughts he may have had earlier this morning, about not being ashamed of Hermione, he realised that even were he willing to admit openly to being with her, there was no worse possible way of announcing it than as a result of Pansy�s erupting fidelity hex, and he refused to do that to her - to them.
He realized then that there was no sign of Pansy in the Common Room, and he wondered if she was dealing with this by sobbing in her dormitory or plotting in her dormitory. He had been incredibly stupid - yes, he would admit it but only to himself. He, Draco Malfoy, had fucked up big time - and he could only wonder what other insanities he might commit whilst in the grip of his insane obsession with the Head Girl. He only just realized quite how completely she had taken over his every thought; and now that he had the reality to draw upon rather than his fevered imaginings, how much worse his distraction might become.
Thank Merlin most of the people in Slytherin were far too inbred to conceive that he might have stepped outside their own closely guarded purebred clique, a fact which would provide a measure of security for his secret. In fact, he couldn�t have seen himself getting involved with a Muggle-born last term. Perhaps that actually meant he was growing up and becoming more mature than his classmates.
He pondered that thought and also the word - involved- was that what he was? Was he involved with Hermione Granger? His mind replayed a sudden image of her as she had been this morning, straddling him on her bedroom floor, her wild hair flying as she rode him slowly trying to find a rhythm which caused the least friction in one area whilst also making the most in another, and himself shaking beneath her wondering if he should stop her, more concerned for her discomfort than his own imminent climax. Fuck, yes, he was involved, right up to his eyeballs and sinking deeper by the minute. And he loved it!
Draco looked around and found Blaise again. He was staring directly at Draco as if awaiting instructions. After checking that no one was watching, he mouthed Prefect Office? and at Draco�s nod extricated himself smoothly from the group of 6^th & 7^th years he was talking to and left the Common Room unremarked.
Draco forced himself to stay still for another fifteen minutes before following. No one had dared to ask him who he had spent the night with; but oddly enough Greg put out a hand and delayed him as he stood up. �Draco,� he muttered, seemingly embarrassed by what he was about to say, �Kidding aside, you know - if you really like this girl, we -� he nodded vaguely between Vince and himself, �think you should go for it. Pansy�s stuff is just that after all - smoke and hot air. She�d never make you happy really.� Vince nodded vigorously to emphasize his agreement, and Draco was touched.
�That�s strangely mature of you guys,� he said. �If I make a decision, I�ll let you know.�
Greg grinned and then winked. �Not promising we won�t keep teasing you about it though,� he deadpanned, then he and Vince fell about laughing hysterically and Draco rolled his eyes as he marched out of the common room to another rowdy accompaniment of cat calls and whistles.
This time, it was Blaise who was waiting for him in the Prefects Office, lounged in one of the armchairs. Draco let the door swing shut behind him and warded them in. �Ok,� he sighed, dropping down into a chair opposite Blaise. �You�d better tell me just how bad it actually was.�
Blaise grinned. He couldn�t help it; he hadn�t had this much fun in ages. �Well,� he began. �You do remember that I mostly shagged the information out of Pansy, don�t you?�
Draco shrugged and shook his head as if to dismiss any interest in the means, but it was amusing to see that whilst Pansy had expectations of his fidelity, it was obviously a one way street for her. Blaise apparently had no illusions either; and despite his own personal distaste for entering into a relationship with Pansy, Draco could admit that she had certain bedroom skills. Had he not in fact been about to sample them when this whole situation blew up in his face?
She certainly had enough practice; her head count was far higher than his own. Despite his reputation, Draco had not slept with as many girls as popular rumour reported. His father, bless his evil imprisoned black heart, had bought Draco a courtesan for his 14^th birthday, and during a very informative weekend he had learnt some very useful and explicit lessons on the female anatomy from her. Any reputation he had gained had been based upon quality not quantity, and was mostly creditable to Penelope�s patience and enthusiasm for her young student.
Aside from his casual fling with Isabel last year, there hadn�t been a sustained relationship with any witch; there had been four less-than-memorable nights spent with Pansy - before she created her reputation by sleeping with almost all the Slytherin boys above 4^th year - during the Umbridge year when he had been going through his reckless, arrogant phase (although many would say that phase had lasted for the past 18 years, and was more in the way of a character flaw than a phase). The oft reported and hypothetical loss of his virginity to Clarissa Mead - which had occurred some four months after the actual event - coupled with mostly single encounters brought about typically by witches throwing themselves at him, comprised the actual extent of his experience.
�Well,� Blaise continued, �She does have certain - shall we say - skills, so I thought I might enjoy them until the newness wears off. Therefore, as a result I have to admit I was fortunate enough to be party to the whole episode, and what a show!�
Draco actually managed to smile at that and Blaise continued. Apparently, Pansy was inclined to kick her room mates out of the dormitory when entertaining, so Millicent and Mary were dozing on a sofa in the Common Room whilst Blaise was bringing her off in their room. Blaise said that he usually left before midnight as he felt guilty for making the other girls sleep downstairs. Pansy had been dozing like the princess she pretended to be as Blaise was pulling on his trousers, when there was a sudden popping sound. He looked around startled, and Pansy rolled over still half-way between sleep and wakefulness, complaining about him disturbing her.
He had cast a lumos spell at the end of his wand and searched the room for whatever caused the noise, which was getting more frequent, the popping sounds coming closer together. Finally tracing the sound to its source, his eyes lit on the model on Pansy�s dresser, and he could feel himself going into shock. Puffs of smoke were spurting from the top of the volcano, each one emerging with the small popping sound which had alerted him.
Blaise stared at the volcano. He expected that Draco would have disarmed it when he allowed Pansy to bring him to her room after their Quidditch victory; it had been shock to find it still in pride 0f place on her dresser when he had again brought Pansy up here last Wednesday night. He had tried to ask Draco just yesterday morning as they set off for Hogsmeade if he had left it there deliberately so that Pansy would think it was still active. He had certainly never for a single moment considered that he would see it working. He had simply assumed that it had been taken care of, but it seemed that was not the case.
Smoke was beginning to flow from the top now to accompany the popping noises; a thick purple smoke which had started as a trickle but was now rapidly filling the room. Blaise was momentarily fascinated at this vindication of Pansy�s skills with charms, but as the surrounding fog became denser and thicker, he began to wonder if there were any toxic effects from the smoke. He had enquired as to the effects on Draco, but had not thought to ask if there were any repercussions on any spectator should the alarm activate.
Of course, at the time he hadn�t anticipated being said spectator. He hopped back over to the bed trying to zip his trousers and push his arms into his shirt sleeves as he moved. �Pansy,� he hissed. �Parkinson, wake up!� He shook her shoulder and she grunted irritably. �Pansy, look,� he yelled and she finally stirred herself. Blaise was momentarily distracted from his concern of asphyxiation by the look on her face as she processed the meaning of all the smoke billowing around her room.
Pansy�s expression started as excitement that her hex was working, but as the veils of sleep receded from her mind, realisation of what must be happening for her to be seeing this evidence of her skills began to creep across her features. She swore loudly and colorfully, throwing her pillows across the room, and burst into tears.
�Pansy,� Blaise snapped, �Is the smoke dangerous? Look how thick it�s getting!� And indeed it was. They could barely see as far as the dresser upon which the model stood by now. Pansy was almost hysterical, and for the sake of coherence, Blaise slapped her briskly across her cheek. �Pansy, get a grip and talk to me. Is the smoke dangerous to breathe?�
Pansy finally took in several gasping breaths and managed to shake her head though her sobs. �No, it�s just dry ice and water,� she confessed. Blaise relaxed somewhat, but Pansy was still sobbing and hiccupping. He went over and opened the window to allow the purple haze to dissipate. Pansy had other things on her mind. She was staring fixedly at her alarm which was still belching smoke into the room, and said in a small voice, more to herself than Blaise, �He must be fucking her brains out.�
�You mean it doesn�t stop smoking until he stops - smoking?� He asked tactlessly, which brought on another bout of sobs. �I�m impressed, Pans. That�s quite a complex charm.� They both looked back at the volcano which was still popping loudly and blowing even more smoke into the room, and Blaise realized how painful it must be for Pansy although he was really highly entertained. �Buck up, Pans,� he said bracingly. �At least the waiting is over now. You know he�s done it and you can start to move on.�
�Yes, move on to finding out who she is and hexing her off the face of the planet,� Pansy spat leaping out of bed which made her naked parts jiggle around most distractingly and Blaise ogled her chest with typical male teenage lust, before her words registered.
�Now, Pansy,� he began soothingly. �I don�t think that�s the best idea you ever had -� but they were both suddenly startled when the volcano actually erupted, lighting the room into every corner through the haze of smoke and raining gold and purple sparkles in a cascading fountain which winked out into nothingness as they landed on any hard surface. �Wow,� Blaise breathed, �does that mean -?� Luckily he never finished that thought, for Pansy�s dormitory door suddenly burst open and Millicent and Mary stood on the threshold looking frantic.
�Pansy, are you okay - we saw smoke coming out from under the door, and there were all these weird noises -� Mary began, but Millie was transfixed by the erupting volcano.
�Oh, Merlin�s beard,� she whispered, �Is that it, Pansy? Did you know it would do that?�
Encouraged by the through draft from the open window, purple smoke was billowing down the stairs, and roused by the banging and shouting and running feet, sleepy Slytherins were opening their dormitory doors to find out what the commotion was all about.
The crowd around the 7^th year girls dormitory was growing and Millie was screaming at everyone to go away, whilst Pansy kept muttering �I�m going to kill her, I�m going to kill her,� until Mary tactlessly finished the thought Blaise had started earlier.
�Why is it doing that, Pans? Wow, it�s so pretty! Does that mean he�s cumming?�
Pansy howled, and with a decisive pounce, she grabbed up her wand of the bedside table, and uncaring of her nakedness began flinging random hexes at everyone standing in her bedroom doorway. Most missed entirely, bouncing off the walls and floor; her overwrought emotional state did not allow for effective spell casting, but a stray boil erupting curse struck Mary, who promptly burst into tears and fled howling accompanied by Millie, and Roger Dent, a skinny 6^th year was last seen crawling towards the boys wing under the influence of a jelly legs curse. Pansy was finally alone, Blaise having sensibly made good his escape in the confusion.
However, it appeared that the worse was not yet over, for the smoking volcano had apparently resisted all Pansy�s attempts to destroy it, and had continued to spew smoke into her room until she reached the verge of suffocation and when she was forced to open the door, into all of the Slytherin dungeons. It had also continued to erupt in showers of purple and gold sparkles at certain points, which the Slytherins quickly decided coincided with Draco�s orgasms. Hence the cheers and comments about his stamina this morning.
When the volcano had finally calmed in the early hours of Sunday morning, the Slytherins had stayed awake to watch it for another hour or so, before regretfully accepting that their idol had probably fallen asleep after his considerable exertions with the lucky witch.
But the final revelation had occurred at about 10.30 this morning, when the volcano had erupted one last time and with such force that the model itself had actually exploded into dozens of small sharp pieces, sending Pansy shrieking from her room, unable to conceal this latest episode and followed by a torrent of sparks which actually caught fire to one of her bed curtains. Blaise had to race and extinguish them with a soaking spell. Pansy had been locked in the girls bathroom ever since and only Millie had been able to go inside and talk to her.
Blaise finally completed his narrative and risked a glance at Draco, who seemed pensive but not unduly annoyed. He realized that Blaise was studying him carefully and gave the other boy a rueful smile. �Not your fault,� he said. �I must be really slipping. I would never have overlooked destroying that stupid alarm while Lucius was around.�
�Well, it�s gone now,� Blaise agreed philosophically. �Not before the damage was done admittedly, and she is on the warpath now. Kind of unfair really, when you consider she was shagging me when it went off!�
Draco snorted, the irony not lost on him. �I was never under any delusions that Pansy loved me as much as my money!� he said.
�What about her?� Blaise asked, wondering out loud how far Draco�s new bonhomie could be pushed. �Does she love you for yourself?�
Obviously not that far. Draco�s face closed off like a black thundercloud. �That is none of your business, and extends outside of the scope of our arrangement,� he snapped. Hmm, interesting. Seemed the new lady was a very sensitive subject with the Head Boy; apparently Blaise�s earlier suspicions about Draco�s affections finally being taken were closer to the truth than he had known at the time. He wondered why Draco was being so secretive; most girls would be more than happy for the whole world to know that they had the interest of the Malfoy heir, so it certainly couldn�t be someone from Slytherin - besides, no one had been conspicuously missing last night. Must be a student for they had established the scope of the alarm was only with the school walls. Unless Draco had smuggled someone inside the grounds and Blaise dismissed that idea immediately.
Who would Draco want to keep a secret from his house? With his father incarcerated, he was answerable to no one, so there was no reason for caution unless the girl was beyond unsuitable and moving into the realms of dangerous. Draco had taken witches from Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff in the past, and Blaise suspected he had even dipped his toes into the Gryffindor pool in 6^th year with that Brown girl; she had certainly thrown herself at him enough that even the strongest willed male would have given in. So who could be the most dangerous, the most unsuitable witch in the whole school for Draco to have been with?
Blaise studied Draco as he began emptying his pockets - presumably to find enough galleons to pay him off and ensure that their temporary business relationship was terminated immediately. His sharp analytical gaze was caught by the presence of a single brown wavy hair peeking out of the unbuttoned neckline of Draco�s green sweater, and the most fantastic and farfetched idea occurred to him. So radical was this idea that he immediately rejected it as being beyond even his own fevered imagination to have conjured up. But it refused to leave him alone; he couldn�t prevent his mind from trying to fit clues together and they all lead back to one girl. The most dangerous girl.
The Head Girl, in fact.
�Here you are,� Draco, finally satisfied that he had gathered adequate remuneration for Blaise, handed across a pile of galleons and held out his hand for a formal wizarding handshake to signify completion of the transaction.
Blaise accepted the money and the handshake, and turned to leave the Prefects Office, but decided at the last moment to take a chance on his theory. He put his hand upon the door knob and said, �I know it�s over, Draco, but just watch your back, OK? Pansy is unstable, and she doesn�t play fair as you know from this whole alarm episode anyway.�
�Thank you, Blaise. I do appreciate your discretion so far in this matter, but the situation has changed, and that�s my fault so it has to be up to me to deal with it now. I will be very careful around Pansy from here on.�
�Good,� Blaise said. The door was open, he had one foot out in the corridor. He dropped his revelation. �And make sure to warn Granger to watch hers, too.� It was a mistake.
He hadn�t known Draco could move that fast. Before he could even process what had happened, he was pressed back against the doorframe with Draco�s forearm digging into his throat and cutting off his breath, and Draco�s wand pressed between his eyes. Fuck! He hadn�t even seen him move! Even if he didn�t subscribe like many others to the belief that Crabbe and Goyle were Draco�s muscle, he still had never suspected that Draco was so dangerous.

�What did you say?� Draco hissed, and Blaise choked, unable to get any words out beyond the constriction of his throat; Draco eased his arm back fractionally to allow him enough breath to speak.
�I just mean Pansy will be trying to fix whoever your new girl is. I know she�s working on a Herbology project with Granger - she will probably try to use Granger to get to you. You do share quarters and all�� Draco backed off slightly, and pinned Blaise with a grim look.
�You don�t believe that for a second, and neither do I,� he said abruptly, fully aware that her had given himself away with that reaction. �But I�m impressed how fast you can think whilst being strangled and with a wand in your face. You�re smart Blaise, and we both know that if one word of this leaks out, I shan�t have to look far for the culprit, shall I? If I see you within a yard of the Head Girl, you�ll be wishing for Azkaban. Are we clear on that?�
�As crystal, Draco,� Blaise soothed, and genuinely meant it. Now that he thought about it, he couldn�t actually think of a better match for Draco than Hermione Granger. She was smart, loyal, loving, brave; she wasn�t easily intimidated and had actually turned out to be quite the looker. Who would have thought? She was everything that Draco didn�t realise he needed - or actually, given the events of last night, maybe he did. It was an intriguing situation. He might even help keep Pansy off Draco�s back.

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Ah, I�m sorry! We had to back away from the smut for a teensy while, but never fear, it will be back soon.
Actually, this is one of my favourite chapters, I must admit, and since the whole darn story is called after it, don�t you think it was about time Pansy�s Volcano actually made an appearance?
Thanks again to everyone who took the time to review. I love you all!!!
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