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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
- 31
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Chapter Thirty Two

One of the third years asked for homework help, and Hermione was relieved to schedule a quick tutoring session over dinner. She asked Harry and Ginny to bring her back some food, and although Ginny gave her a suspicious look which said You�re hiding! she didn�t challenge Hermione�s decision out loud, and went down to the meal with Harry leaving Hermione and the Potions student working in a quiet alcove.
Ron had still not made an appearance and when Harry returned later with a couple of pies, he reported awkwardly that Ron had eaten dinner at the Ravenclaw table. Hermione got the impression that Ginny had instructed him to say this to her and that he was at a total loss to understand why. He had tried to convey his apologies with his eyes as if he expected the news to hurt her, but Hermione�s guilt stemmed from the fact that he didn�t realise that what she really felt bad about was the fact that she didn�t feel bad about it.
Ron eventually returned to the Common Room shortly after 9.00. He smiled at her; the special smile he had always reserved for her in the past, and asked her again who he would be seated with at the Christmas Social. This had become a bit of a joke between them in the past fortnight since he had learnt that she was responsible for the seating plans.
Hermione had been beyond relieved that he seemed to be willing to try and reconstruct their former friendship and so this seemingly silly banter had become one of the bright spots in the midst of the soap opera her own life had become lately. As usual, she told him that he would find out when he entered the Dining Room at the Felton Arms, but today the challenge of talking to him as if nothing life-altering had happened last night left her with a churning stomach and sweaty palms; she was halfway convinced that he would be able to see what she had done, and with whom. But it seemed he was as oblivious as ever, and he joined Harry and Ginny after responding with the customary pout to her answer.
A short while later, Ginny abandoned the boys and came over to Hermione. �You have to go back to your room sometime!� She hissed quietly. �You can�t sleep in here tonight. That really will make people talk!�
�I know,� Hermione agreed miserably. �But I think I�m going to be sick. My stomach is all knotted up and I can�t breathe.�
�Mione, get a grip. You did this! You. Not someone Polyjuicing your body! Now you have to deal with it; the corridor opens straight into your bedroom, not the study area. Be grateful for small mercies. At least you can compose yourself before you have to see him again!�
�Ginny -� Hermione whined.
�No! Go on now. The boys are beginning to look suspicious,� Ginny hissed, and true enough when Hermione turned to look at Harry and Ron, they were staring thoughtfully at Ginny and herself. Thinking quickly, Ginny pouted loudly, �Why won�t you tell me who you�re sitting with Harry? You�re so mean!� She winked as she complained.
Hermione took a deep breath. �It�s part of the learning experience. That�s what Professor Dumbledore wants, and he�ll have my badge if I tell anyone before hand. I must get back to my room now. Goodnight, Gin. Night, Harry - Ron,� she called as she gathered up her books, hoping that having something to hold onto would steady her shaking hands. As she turned towards the portrait of their House Founder, she saw Ginny mouth silently Good luck!

She gulped down a suspiciously heart-shaped lump in her throat as the portrait swung shut behind her; her insides were in sufficient turmoil already that she knew she couldn�t stay in here for any length of time or the spatial displacement really would make her throw up, so she moved quickly towards the back of the other Gryffindor portrait and pushed it open into her room.

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Draco had been waiting restlessly in the study since accosting Blaise in the Prefect�s Office earlier. He was worried that the other Slytherin might decide to use his suspicions to threaten Hermione or blackmail himself, and had seriously tried to plan for that eventuality, but he kept getting distracted by the patch of carpet by the bathroom door where they had fallen this morning, and that led him into memories of what had happened afterwards, until he found that he had spent an hour or more daydreaming about the Head Girl. Again. And where the Devil was she?
Hiding, no doubt. It was already Sunday evening and he had achieved nothing today, except to moon over a girl who was running as fast as possible in the opposite direction, and stir up a lot of dangerous rumours in his House. What on earth had happened to his legendary Slytherin poise and sneakiness? He hadn�t even set eyes on Pansy yet, but he was sure when he did it would be very unpleasant. He had obviously underestimated her determination and cunning; the alarm should have been his first sign and although he thought he had dealt with it, he had not followed through and as a consequence he was in this position now - where everyone in Slytherin knew what he had been doing last night, if not with whom. How long would it take for the truth to come out, and then it would look like the Second War had already started. Damn him for a love-struck idiot! Before Granger had happened to him, he would never have been so neglectful as to overlook the total destruction and removal of that stupid alarm.

Where was she?

She had hidden in the Gryffindor Tower, of that much he was certain. Several trips to the library had yielded no results, even in the Restricted Section which was open to both Head Students. He had interrupted his pacing and gone down to dinner hoping to at least catch sight of her across the expanse of the Great Hall, but Potty and the She Weasel had been there alone, although the Headmaster had announced that �Miss Granger is tutoring tonight, and if anyone wishes to make an appointment with her she will be available tomorrow lunch time.� Granger�s annoying ex-Weasel had sat at the Ravenclaw table with that incredibly odd Quibbler girl. How he could move on from Hermione to that nut-case seemed incomprehensible to Draco, he - no, wait. What on earth was he thinking? Good riddance to the Weasel; long live that particular romance - now he just needed to divert Goldstein and the field would be clear for himself.
This latest thought more or less drove Draco over the edge. How many more boys were lurking around Hogwarts just waiting for the opportunity to steal her away from him? He had only just got her! But then the reality of that statement sunk in to his mind. He had got her; last night it had been him, not Weasley or Goldstein or any of the other boys in Hogwarts, but he who had been gifted with her first time, with her sighs and whimpers and gasps of arousal! It was him she had allowed into her bed, and him she had awoken beside this morning, and by Merlin he would damn well make sure it was going to be that way every morning from now on!
He stared towards her bedroom door; he had left it deliberately wide open after he searched in here for her after his conflict with Nick Bartlett. She would be coming back from the Gryffindor Tower and he doubted she would walk brazenly through the main door, if she thought she could sneak straight in to her bedroom without encountering him. Godric Gryffindor had been scowling and waving his sword at Draco from his portrait ever since he dared set foot in the Head Girl�s bedroom alone this afternoon. Draco had been quick to cast a binding spell on him also; he didn�t want anyone nipping off to Dumbledore and reporting that Hermione had allowed him in her private room.
Sometimes, it paid to have a fine Dark Arts library in your home.
Finally unable to contain himself, Draco leapt up from the desk and prowled into Hermione�s room. Gryffindor�s eyes fairly bugged out of his painted head, but due to the binding he was unable to do more than mouth obscenities and wave his famous sword wildly. Draco ignored the angrily gesticulating Founder as he paced back and forth in front of the portal trying to will it into opening and revealing the Head Girl.
So focused was he on sending his silent mental demands that he failed entirely to notice when Gryffindor�s expression changed from annoyance to alarm and he began desperately to clutch onto the corner of the picture frame as if to keep it shut.

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Hermione was still remonstrating with herself as she emerged into her bedroom; she was trying to convince herself that she was not terrified of her next encounter with the Head Boy, but failing dismally. She realised now, too late, that hiding away as she had for the best part of the day would no doubt make their next encounter all the more awkward. It would no doubt give Draco the impression that the experience had meant more to her than she wanted him to know. So easy to be wise after the event.
Consequently, as she stepped through the doorway into her room and smashed straight into a tall solid object, she let out a squeal of surprise and all her books flew from her arms to land with a resounding thud on the floor around her feet. The realisation which followed a millisecond later, that the solid object she had crashed into was the Head Boy himself, took more precious moments of time to sink into her bemused brain, and all she could manage by way of speech was a confused gurgle as she was trapped by his burning gaze.
She licked her lips in an effort to moisten her suddenly dry mouth, and tried to remember how to form those little things you needed to create speech. In a truly spectacular attempt to clarify his presence in her room she managed to interrogate him, �Dra - Malf - er, What?�

But for Draco, the sight of that little pink tongue drove all of his previously constructed opening remarks out of his head. He was always more of an action person anyway, and what he wanted was right there in front of him. �Granger!� he growled out her name in a hoarse voice, and in the next moment he had snatched her towards him and taken her mouth with his again.
Hermione was frozen for several moments in a haze of disbelief, before her instincts took over and with a faint whimper she grabbed back at him, her left hand fisting in his green sweater and the right skating up over his shoulder to burrow into the hair at the back of his head and pull him even closer. They staggered backwards until he had her trapped against the portrait of Gryffindor which had swung shut behind her as she entered her room.
Godric was screaming furiously and attempting to slice Draco through with his sword, although due to the limitations of his two dimensional existence any efforts on his behalf to commit violence were doomed to fail, and bound by Draco�s spell, he found himself unable to make any noise to save his student from the vile Slytherin currently devouring her with such passion.
Draco�s hands were inside her jumper caressing her skin, working towards the fastening of her bra, and emboldened by their intimacy of the previous night, Hermione�s fingers let go of his own sweater and moved downwards towards his belt; he groaned into her mouth as he felt her hesitant attempts to undo the buckle, and thrust his hips encouragingly towards her. �Merlin, yes, Granger,� he gasped against her lips. �Touch me there!� and momentarily forgetting her intention to undress him, Hermione followed his direction and cupped her hand around the hot rigid length of his erection, gently rubbing as he panted and buried his face in her neck. Tentatively, she allowed her hand to slide lower, between his legs until she had the weight of his balls in the cup of her palm and she rolled them carefully against the seam of his jeans. His body was shaking against hers now as if he was ill, and she knew she was not in a much better state herself. Her pussy was aching it felt so empty, and her sensible M&S knickers were slippery with her arousal and chafing against her swollen sex. �Bed,� Draco gasped, his breath hot against her neck. �Need you now��
�Yes,� she moaned and by mutual consent they moved away from the wall still kissing and groping as they crossed the room. Hermione was tugging him by his belt towards the bed when he stopped suddenly and turned her towards the door. She whimpered a protest. �But - the bed�.�
�Yes,� he growled. �Mine. I want you in my bed; I want to see you spread out on my sheets, your hair on my pillow. I want to be able to lie there at night and breathe your scent all around me�.� Hermione could not prevent another groan from spilling over. Merlin, he didn�t even have to touch her; he could seduce her into anything just by the tone of his voice and the pictures he painted with his words!
Draco decided their progress across the study was taking far too long, and he picked her up suddenly, carrying her in his arms into his bedroom. Hermione, (who had always thought the image of the sexy hero sweeping a helpless female off her feet and carrying her away to be thoroughly ravished, was an appallingly kitschy cliché horrendously overused in romance novels) suddenly decided that it was nothing of the sort when it was happening to you. In the morning, she would probably be ashamed of how weak and girly she felt being carried away in Draco�s strong arms, but right now it was stunningly romantic and absolutely perfect. She twined her arms around his neck, playing with the curls at the back of his head and pressed feverish little kisses against his throat and shoulder.
He was stumbling by the time he reached his room; the intensity of his arousal made it difficult enough to walk and the friction of Hermione�s hip rubbing over the tip of his erection every time he took a step was driving him insane. He finally dropped her onto his bed, and stood beside it for a moment to appreciate the picture she made, her wild hair framing her flushed and aroused face, but when she reached her arms out to him and murmured his name breathily he lost all sense of restraint. He paused only long enough to mutter a disrobing spell; he couldn�t even wait the time it needed to undress normally, before he fell onto the bed beside her and brought their naked skin together.
�Oh!� she gasped as he rolled over until he was hovering above her, the rigid bar of his swollen penis trapped between them. Instinctively they both thrust forwards at the same time, but Draco made no further movement to enter her. Instead he buried his hands into her hair on either side of her head and held her still so that he could stare into her eyes as he seduced her with his words.
�I want you,� he whispered and enjoyed the way her dark eyes glowed with golden lights at his demands. �I haven�t been able to think about anything else all day�.while I was eating lunch in the Great Hall, I was thinking about your mouth. Then when I was arranging practice schedules with Hooch this afternoon, I was thinking about your breasts. But most of all, while I was waiting for you to get back tonight, I was thinking about how hot and tight your gorgeous pussy felt as you came around my cock. I can�t wait to feel that again. What about you, Mina? Did you think about me today, too?�
Hermione could barely speak. How could he even form sentences, let alone create a masterpiece of seductive prose, when all she felt capable of was melting into a puddle at his feet? She groaned; her tummy was sticky again and she knew he was leaking profusely between their bodies. Merlin, she was too; there was probably a puddle of her own arousal forming on the covers beneath her. �Tell me,� he prompted huskily as he rubbed against her scraping her nipples with the dusting of his chest hair. She gasped as they pebbled harder into aching points desperate to be rubbed, licked, anything so long as he touched them.
�Oh, God - Yes!� she whimpered finally when he seemed to have no intention of continuing without her acknowledgement. �All the time! Draco -�

But he had nothing more to say, and his mouth moved down to reward her answer by swiping his tongue over her swollen nipples then blowing gently over the damp area causing the surrounding pink areola to wrinkle up. He was fascinated by her breasts; before yesterday he would never have believed she was hiding these beneath her uniform - even when she was in her muggle clothes she tended to favour large baggy sweaters and looser shirts. He thought he should tell her, �Merlin, Granger,� he whispered as his teeth nipped at her. �You�ve got gorgeous breasts! Look how they�re just exactly the right size for my hands!� Suiting action to his words, he cupped one in each palm and pushed them carefully together before burying his face in the cleavage he created.
Hermione felt unable to share his appreciation; although not huge, she had been horrified when her chest suddenly developed into this at the beginning of 6^th year. However, the sight of Draco Malfoy nuzzling at her firm creamy flesh made her wonder if she might have to rethink her opinion of her own assets. He was certainly showing her they had other functions than to just annoy her when she was getting dressed. She had never suspected that her nipples could be so sensitive to someone�s - Draco�s - touch that she could be on the verge of climaxing with no other foreplay at all.
�Please -� she panted, wriggling under him to try and position his erection where she needed him most, and he obliged her by withdrawing from her breasts but instead of entering her aching body, he took his penis further away from her causing moans of protest to escape her. He slipped down and ghosted feather-light kisses down her stomach and around her navel which he had barely taken the time to notice was pierced with a diamond studded hoop the previous night. He certainly intended to make up for that lost opportunity tonight and rolled his tongue around the hoop nudging at it with his nose until she cried out his name impatiently.
�Kinky, Granger,� he muttered. �Is this a Muggle thing? We both have something round our navels, then!� Then he was all business again, finally reaching his destination as he covered the last few inches between her piercing and the fluffy chestnut curls which guarded the centre of her body.
Hermione had a sudden realisation of where he was heading and jolted momentarily from her haze of arousal. It was one thing to have his mouth there when she had just stepped out of the shower, but she had been in a nervous sweaty panic most of today and he shouldn�t - �Draco!� She protested trying to squeeze her legs back together as he began pushing them apart. This wasn�t easy for he was already settled firmly between her thighs and very determined.
�What?� he asked. �I already know what you taste like, Granger. Don�t go all shy on me now. I�m starving - I haven�t eaten since breakfast�� he added wickedly and Hermione couldn�t control the flush which suffused her at his implication.
�Yes, but - this morning, it was after, you know -the - the shower. But now it�s -� and Draco realised what she was getting at. Really, it did astonishing things to him, the way she babbled when she was aroused; the most articulate witch in school unable to string a whole sentence together.
�Yes, Hermione,� he agreed. �This morning there was a shower, and now there isn�t. This is all you. Your taste, your scent. Not some fruit flavored soap, and this is what I want!� He emphasized his point rather adequately she thought, by stroking the sticky damp curls back from her swollen sensitive entrance and trailing his tongue from the very back of her slit right up until he sucked her quivering clit deep into his mouth.
Before today, Hermione had always found the thought of oral sex to be rather dirty and off-putting. She had certainly no desire to let a guy put his penis in her mouth; for God�s sake - it was what he used for the toilet! And she had thought it equally distasteful that a man would want to go anywhere near her own sex with his mouth.
She had never been so happy to be proven wrong in her life. Draco�s tongue was hot and forceful but silky and soft as velvet as he sucked and caressed the deepest regions of her body. All thoughts of getting him inside her fled her mind as she lay shaking under the sweep of his tongue, I�m a convert, I�m a convert she chanted in her mind. Her hands had moved without her direction and were clutched in his hair keeping him in place. The orgasm caught her unawares; Draco was flicking his tongue rhythmically over her clit and when he slipped his middle finger inside her pussy she came so suddenly and so hard the Earth Moved.
Draco finally stopped drinking down her release when she was on the absolute verge of blacking out, and looked up at her, his mouth smeared with the remains of her climax, and asked curiously, �What have you converted to?�
Despite her lethargy, the realisation that she had been moaning her epiphany out loud caused Hermione to giggle helplessly, and Draco mock-scowled at her. �Ho! So you�d laugh at my efforts, would you?� He growled. �I can see I�ll have to try even harder next time!�
Hermione shivered in unexpected pleasure at the thought that he anticipated a next time, and quickly on the heels of that thought followed the realisation that so far Draco hadn�t actually experienced a this time yet. She rolled slightly away from him and he moaned at their separation, but Hermione was currently not attending to his complaints; all of her attention was focused on the sight of his erect penis straining upwards between their bodies. Her fingers reached tentatively towards him and brushed lightly over the slit at the end; instantly beads of slick clear fluid seeped out over her questing fingers. Draco groaned and immediately fell onto his back so that she could have free access to his cock. He was so hard his whole body ached, even down to the tips of his toes and the ends of his hair.
He thought he would go mad with the butterfly-light teasing of her fingers against the length of his erection, but he was aware that she was really only one night away from being a virgin, and despite her inherently passionate nature, was probably still too shy to take the initiative with his body as he wished. He took her hands in his and lifted them away from his bursting penis. �Ride me,� he whispered, pulling her into position until she straddled his hips hovering above him. He could feel the heat of her pussy against him as his cock twitched upwards wanting in. He took her hand again and placed it around his erection. �Guide me in,� he encouraged and sucked his breath in harshly as she did so. �Fucking Hell, Mina,� he moaned. �You�re hotter than the Sahara and wetter than the ocean! I�m not going to last more than a minute!� Deeply aware of his imminent climax her began rubbing against her clit with the pad of his thumb as he encouraged her to rise and fall on his rapidly swelling penis. She began moaning, those breathy little whimpers that turned him on unlike anything else, as she found her rhythm and her muscles clenched around him. Draco could feel the imminence of his own orgasm as his testicles tightened and drew up towards his body, and he knew that he was going to come harder than he ever had in his life before.
�Mina, Now!� he gasped, unable to hold it back another second. He moved his hand away from between her legs and brought her down hard against his pubic bone so that her clit brushed against the coarse sandy hairs there. He was rewarded by the sound of her grunting in shock as her muscles clamped around him in uncontrollable spasms, at the very same instant that his own control shattered and torrents of his boiling seed erupted from his balls down the pulsing length of his cock and poured into her shuddering body until it could no longer be contained and began leaking out where they were still joined.
Somewhat later when a semblance of control returned to his shaking limbs, he found that there were absolutely no words to follow that experience, so instead he simply moved them both into a more comfortable position and allowed sleep to overtake him.

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When she awoke the next morning she was confused by the angle of the morning light, and it took her a couple more moments to realise that it was to her left because she was on the opposite side of the study, in the other bedroom. She kept her eyes closed for several more agonized moments trying to assimilate the fact that she had done it again.

And then more times after that. She had awakened in the early hours of the morning already aroused and aching, to realise that Draco had a hand between her legs and was caressing her gently whilst he rubbed his erection against her bottom. As soon as the jagged, uneven tenor of her breathing alerted him to the fact that she was awake, he had lifted her leg and brought it back to lie over his own, allowing him to slip inside her smoothly from behind. This new angle had exposed places inside her that Hermione had no idea were so sensitive, and within short order she had been gasping his name as she shattered around him once again.
�It�s no good faking. I know you�re awake,� came an amused voice from beside her, and her eyes flew open to find the object of her downfall lounging beside her on the bed his head propped up on one hand, studying her.
She groaned and flung an arm over her eyes, unsure what to do or say. Draco apparently had no such misgivings. �Come on sleepyhead,� he prodded. �We still have time.�
An uncontrollable image of what they had done to each other last night flashed into her head and she whimpered turning away; beside her she heard Draco�s breath hitch. It was uncanny how he seemed able to read her mind. �Not that I would object to a repeat -several repeats, actually - of last night,� he said huskily, running a finger down her bare back to end up with a firm squeeze of her bum, �I was thinking more along the lines of a shower before breakfast. It is Monday, you know. Unless you would prefer to skip classes today and just stay in bed. I�m sure we can think of something to tell the teachers when they ask where we were?�
And because she was utterly confused and had absolutely no idea where this was going or what was happening to her, Hermione chose to ignore the real world for ten more minutes and allowed Draco to lead her into the bathroom, where ten minutes turned into twenty, and then thirty, and not much actual showering took place.
However, they finally had to dress for the day and real life insisted on rearing up between them. Hermione�s clothes were all in her room, as Draco�s were in his and so they separated on the threshold of the bathroom to fall back into their Slytherin and Gryffindor personas. Neither spoke of the necessity to keep this an absolute secret, for it went without saying that what had happened here could never be made public. Despite Dumbledore�s and the Sorting Hat�s urgings, they were both fully aware that some things would never be accepted.
Hermione was dithering in her room, unwilling to step through the portrait of Gryffindor and join the rest of her House in case Ginny would be able to tell that she had slept with Draco again; she also knew they couldn�t possibly walk down to breakfast together, so she was hoping that if she delayed long enough Draco would get a nice head start on her and be all settled at the Slytherin table when she arrived.
Instead, he paused by her open door as he passed by, also seeming unable to deal with the return of reality. �What do you have first class, Granger?� he asked diffidently, grasping for anything to keep her near for a moment longer.
�That would be Herbology,� she replied unhappily, for she truly was not looking forward to spending any time in such close proximity to Pansy Parkinson given their past history this term, and the undeniable fact that she had just spent the last 48 hours being the Other Woman whom Pansy had asked for her help to discover.
Draco also felt an instant foreboding at the thought of Hermione and Pansy together for any length of time. Despite Blaise�s stumbling to cover his blunder there was a lot of truth in what he had said about Pansy being spiteful and currently very, very vengeful. He remembered seeing them argue after a Prefect Meeting way back before Halloween. Hermione had apparently already pissed Pansy off once this year. It was imperative that she never find out that the Head Girl was the one who had ignited the volcano, so to speak.
�Fuck,� he muttered, running his hands through his hair and destroying the perfect style he had just achieved. He quickly crossed the intervening space between himself and Hermione, and grabbed her into a brief but fierce kiss. �Just be bloody careful around Pansy, okay Granger?� he pleaded as he walked backwards away from her, leaving her stunned and bewildered. �Promise me.�
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