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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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Chapter Thirty Three

�Something�s up with the Slytherins,� Harry said quietly, leaning in towards Ron. Ginny, sitting opposite him, started to turn and check it out, but Harry hissed. �No, don�t look now. See what you think when you leave for class.�
Hermione stared at her plate. This was the first meal she had managed to take in the Great Hall since breakfast on Saturday, and almost immediately Harry comes up with this to disturb her. Apparently, in the depths of her own paranoia she had forgotten just how observant Harry Potter could be. If he said there was something going on with the other house, then there probably was. She didn�t dare to turn and look; she had deliberately chosen to sit with her back to Draco�s table for she wasn�t sure how far her acting ability stretched in regard to treating him as if nothing had happened.
Ron appeared to be studying the Slytherins out of the corner of his eye, also. �You�re right, Harry,� he agreed, �But I don�t think it�s any of the usual stuff. They�re being kind of weird. The younger kids all look nervous and our lot are split right up - boys on one side and girls on the other.�
�Yeah, and Malfoy doesn�t seem to be doing anything about it,� Harry went on. �He�s just eating like he hasn�t even noticed. That�s not like him; he may be an obnoxious ferret, but he usually has an iron grip on the people in his house. I don�t like it.�
Ginny seemed to be trying to catch Hermione�s glance, but she refused to look up; they absolutely could not acknowledge that yesterday�s conversation had ever taken place, not here in midst of all the other students. But although she refused to make eye contact with Ginny, Hermione�s mind was frantically whirring, wondering what on earth could be causing the Slytherins to behave oddly today. Great Merlin, surely they couldn�t have found out already? Ron had said that Malfoy seemed unconcerned, but Hermione did not believe in coincidence; it was too suspicious and far-fetched that today�s unusual behaviour could be unrelated to what had happened between herself and Malfoy over the weekend, in some form or other.
The meal seemed interminable, and Hermione breathed a huge sigh of relief when the students finally began filtering out of the room towards their classes, led by a mass exodus of the younger Slytherins who seemed desperate to remove themselves from the imminent storm brewing at the top of their table.
Hermione finally felt comfortable casting a glance over to the Slytherin table, and found that Harry had been right; Draco seemed totally unaffected by the tense atmosphere which was definitely hanging over the rest of his House. He walked out of the Great Hall accompanied by Crabbe and Goyle, wearing his usual arrogant smirk and looking as if he hadn�t a care in the world. Hermione envied him his ability to behave as if the earth had not suddenly shifted on its axis.
Once Malfoy had passed through the doors, the façade of normality collapsed. Immediately, all the older girls gathered around Pansy and engaged in a heated debate with much attendant arm waving and gesticulation. Hermione moved towards the door herself and soon felt someone come up behind her as she watched surreptitiously.
�Interesting,� Ginny muttered beside her. �Boys can be so stupid sometimes; it would never even occur to them that whatever is brewing over there might not originate with Malfoy. The female is certainly the more deadly of the species.� Hermione flushed, somewhat distracted from her observation of Pansy�s crowd by the thought of Ginny finding out she had slept with Malfoy again. �I wonder what�s got her in such an uproar today? You don�t suppose those rumours were true do you, about the fidelity charm, and all?�
Hermione sucked in her breath and swung around to face Ginny in horrified shock. The subject of their taunting conversation that fateful afternoon in the Potions corridor suddenly coming back to her in glorious Technicolor and surround-sound. While it was true that she had spent innumerable hours since then brooding on the single event which had awakened her new awareness of Draco Malfoy, her ruminations had tended to focus on her own thespian solo, and not the conversation which had preceded it. She was forcefully reminded of the exact topic of speculation by Ginny�s comment.
For her part, Ginny had genuinely only been thinking out loud, and it wasn�t until she caught the stricken expression on the other girl�s face that she considered the deeper implications of what she had just said, and gasped herself reaching out a hand to reassure the older girl, �Oh, Merlin! Hermione - I didn�t mean that the way it sounded. I was just -�
�No, I know you didn�t,� Hermione replied grimly. �But it would explain why he told me to watch out for Pansy!�
Ginny goggled. �He told you that?� she asked disbelievingly. �When did he tell you to watch out for her? Oh my God! Again! Last night?� Hermione had no intention of answering that question anyway, but was saved from the necessity of refusing to do so by the fact that something had started happening over at the Slytherin table. The two Gryffindors watched surreptitiously as Blaise Zabini entered the Hall and went straight up to the coterie of girls surrounding the 7^th year prefect.
At first Pansy looked like she wanted to hex him; in fact, two of the other girls had to hold her arms to prevent her from attacking him - which confused Hermione and Ginny no end given the conclusions they had just drawn about the reasons for Pansy�s disquiet - but Zabini apparently managed to make enough soothing overtures and apologies, and eventually Pansy tucked an arm in the crook of his elbow and accompanied him out of the room.
�Well, that was - strange,� Ginny offered thoughtfully. �I wonder what he�s got to do with whatever�s brewing up over there?�
Hermione was brought forcefully back to the reality that she had to spend the next hour and a half partnered with Pansy, and she desperately hoped that whatever magic Zabini had worked over her continued to hold up throughout the whole of the class. Although she had rarely paid any attention to the dark Slytherin boy, for he was the sort who tended to blend into the background, she found herself now thanking any deity who was listening that he was in the Herbology class with her and Pansy.
�I don�t know,� Hermione answered grimly, �But whatever it is I hope he can keep her muzzled for the next ninety minutes!� She groaned. �I have to go, Ginny. I have Herbology with her next period, and we�re partners on this project.�
Ginny sucked in an appalled breath. �No, Mione! You can�t! Perhaps you should just skip�I could tell Neville you went to see Madam Pomfrey about a girly problem, he�ll make your excuses to Sprout -�
Hermione shook her head. �No, that wouldn�t be sensible. I absolutely can�t do anything that looks remotely suspicious. Our sessions usually comprise of me doing the work and her sulking anyway. Except this time she�s really got something to sulk about!�
�Who�s sulking?� Harry�s voice asked behind them, and Hermione realised that the boys had finished eating finally and had joined them at the side of the room. Harry�s arm snaked around Ginny�s waist and twisted her around to drop a less-than-chaste kiss on her upturned mouth.
�Ugh, you two - that�s my sister,� Ron complained disgustedly. �I�m going to have to go and sterilize my eyes now,� and to Hermione�s great relief the subject was averted. Harry and Ron left for their first class which was Divination, a subject which Hermione usually couldn�t believe they were still taking in their 7^th year, but today was hugely grateful for as it separated them from her by the whole distance of the school.
Ginny left to join her own classmates with a worried glance at Hermione, and she was suddenly alone with her thoughts and nothing but the prospect of ninety minutes of Pansy Parkinson�s company. She took a deep breath and set out across the lawn to the greenhouses.

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Draco was also thinking about Pansy, but not with the same ambivalence as Hermione. He was furious with himself for his incompetence, but he was also beginning to rediscover his annoyance at Pansy�s presumption. Maybe this reaction should have come sooner, but he had been so totally thrown off balance by his sudden descent into the real world of wanting someone who didn�t even notice he was alive, that he had forgotten he was entitled to a certain righteous indignation over her behaviour.
Well, he was going on the attack now. He wasn�t sure when he would face off with her about her actions; but there could be no denying that he was aware of what had happened - after all the whole of Slytherin knew, so he could hardly have remained in ignorance. It would be anticipated - expected even, that he express his displeasure. But it must be done so carefully that she could in no way discover whom he had been with, because her first actions if learning of Hermione�s identity would no doubt be to squeal to all the prominent ex-Slytherins in the service of He-who-must-not-be-named, therefore jeopardizing Draco�s own tentative defection, and also - more significantly in his mind - possibly endangering Hermione�s life.
All through Muggle Studies his mind considered and rejected possible ways of muzzling Pansy. Professor DiBona sent him several concerned looks when he made no effort to participate, for he usually spent nearly as much time talking as she did.
But inspiration was to strike suddenly in the unlikely form of his Head of House. Professor Snape knocked and was bidden to enter shortly before the end of the period. Since Professor DiBona had set them to reading a Muggle text, with the intent of debating during the next class whether it�s subject and construction implied that the author had any knowledge of the magical world, she was quite content to leave them to their studying and chat with the other teacher.
Draco watched them conversing quietly at the front of the class, until Professor DiBona went into her store cupboard to collect something which Snape had obviously asked to borrow. Draco was staring thoughtfully at Professor Snape when the man�s eyes turned sharply to look at the students, and immediately sought his own out. Maintaining the customary Malfoy calm, Draco managed to nod marginally at him, and was utterly flabbergasted - there really was no other word for it - when Professor Snape actually winked - winked - at him!
He was sure his mouth must have dropped open, a suspicion which was confirmed when his Head of House discreetly tapped beneath his own chin with the tip of one finger, indicating that Draco should close up, and proving beyond a shadow of doubt that news of his escapade had even reached the ears of the Head of Slytherin. And with that one action, the inspiration for his retribution on Pansy took root in Draco�s mind.
Draco Malfoy had always led what he perceived as a charmed life; aside from certain memorable moments here within the walls of this very school - and always at the hands of Potter, Weasley and their gorgeous Lioness - he had always managed to come up smelling of roses. He had been given all the attention and material goods he had ever wanted, and as long as he paid close mind to his father�s instructions and made no effort to express himself as an individual, life had been pretty easy for him so far. There had only been two occasions upon which Lucius had seen fit to hex him for insubordination, and Draco was not a masochist; he had never felt the necessity to turn that into three. So he followed the easiest course, and toed the required line. However, once or twice in his life, sheer unadulterated luck had delivered things to him which exceeded even his own expectations of what he deserved.
The most recent of these had of course been the afternoon when he overheard the Gryffindor girls giggling in the potions corridor, which had led him to his current position in the favour of the Head Girl, even though he may not have considered that an actual blessing when it first occurred. But the occasion which rose to the forefront of his memory at the sight of the Portions Master, was one as far removed from the delicious birth of his current infatuation as it was possible to get.
It had happened during 5^th year, whilst he had been a part of the doomed Inquisitorial Squad, a less than glorious time in his life which even now inspired shudders of disbelief if he ever allowed himself to think about it. At the time however, he had been too buzzed by his father�s uncharacteristic approval, and also the banishment of Potter from the Gryffindor Quidditch team, to give thorough consideration to what Umbridge was actually expecting them to do.
This particular night, very close to the end of term, he had been prowling the corridors with several other Slytherins and had caught the usual suspects in the act of breaking into Umbridge�s office. If Draco himself might have had more interest in waiting around to eavesdrop on what they were up to, the presence of the other prefects made it impossible to do anything other than immediately fetch the Hogwarts High Inquisitor herself, and after their apprehension he had made do with tossing Granger�s confiscated wand around and watching as she - supposedly - cracked and divulged all of Potter�s secrets. He hadn�t believed a word of the drivel she spouted; her tears were obviously fake - designed to trap dear Dolores, but Umbridge had swallowed it like it was gospel. After a failed attempt to accompany them on their investigation so that he could discover exactly what the cunning Gryffindor witch had been plotting behind her false wailing, and which he was absolutely positive would not end as Umbridge expected it, Draco had shrugged and given up on the Headmistress; the woman was obviously an idiot. However, thinking back now he saw that a sneaking admiration for Granger may have taken root on that very occasion, opening the door for him to find himself where he had last night.
What was the most useful discovery on that particular evening however, had followed after the debacle in Umbridge�s office. On being summarily dismissed by the acting Headmistress, Draco had realised that something about the whole episode was just off, what with Potter yelling gibberish at Professor Snape, and the man not even bothering to indulge in his favourite pastime of deducting Gryffindor points. Draco had decided that it might be worthwhile to visit his Head of House and see if he could learn anything to his advantage when next facing off against Pot-Head.
He had ditched the rest of the patrol party, and made his way quietly down to the dungeons, considering and rejecting several conversation openers as he traveled. However, it turned out he was not the only student in search of the Potions Professor that evening. Even as he rounded the corner leading up to Snape�s office, he heard Pansy Parkinson�s voice carrying out from inside in the silence of the stone walled passageway.
�But, Professor Snape, why can�t you change the mark on my test?� Pansy was whining in her nasal voice. Draco shuddered; Merlin, why had he ever been daft enough to allow her in his bed at the beginning of term? She was watching him now in a very proprietorial way that made his skin crawl. He eased soundlessly closer; it was despicable of him he knew, but he really, really wanted to hear Snape icily castigate the girl who had been such a pain in his arse this year. Snape might favour the Slytherins during class time, but he had absolutely no qualms about berating them for infractions in private. This was going to be good.
Actually, it turned out to be even better than Draco could have imagined even if he had spent a whole term trying to think up some means of embarrassing Pansy. Professor Snape sighed and began to explain to the girl in a tone which he might have used on a four year old, �Because, Miss Parkinson, I do not mark the OWLs. You should be, as is the rest of the school, quite aware that an outside Board of Examiners both administer and grade your exams. Now, if you would please stop wasting my time, I have urgent business to attend -�
Draco had wrinkled his forehead at that; despite his glee at listening to Pansy�s stupidity, something about the tone of Snape�s voice, the mildness of his rebuke, rang warning bells in Draco�s head. But before the suspicion could manifest itself into anything concrete, Pansy uttered the immortal words which were about to crucify her for that fidelity hex.
She spoke softly and in what Draco supposed she believed to be a seductive voice, �But Professor,� she whispered, and Draco could just picture her attempting to pout prettily, �If you do this for me, I would really like to make it worth your while�� she left the sentence trailing off, and Draco had to stuff a fist in his mouth to hold in the snort of glee that was trying to escape. Merlin�s toenails, Pansy Parkinson hadn�t actually just come on to Professor Snape of all people, had she?
Apparently, the teacher shared Draco�s disbelief. There was a moment of what he could only assume was stunned silence, and then Snape�s voice, deadlier and silkier than Draco had ever heard it. �Miss Parkinson,� he said in a quiet, sibilant hiss which made all the hairs on Draco�s neck stand on end. �Am I to assume that in return for a better mark on your Potions OWL, you are offering to - copulate - with me?�
Pansy was impervious, rushing happily on to her doom. �Oh, Sir, don�t say it like that! It sounds so - so cold. I was thinking we could - you know, and it�s not like I�ve never done it before. And I imagine it�s been quite a while since you -� Her voice suddenly faltered and Draco knew that she had finally realised just exactly what she was saying and to whom. He rolled his head back and forth against the wall trying to contain himself. This was even better than anything Umbridge and the Gryffindors might be up to.
�Miss Parkinson,� Professor Snape was saying now, �If you intend to do it, I think you should be able to actually say it!� There was a rustling of clothing, and the sound of footsteps. Draco imagined that Snape was advancing on Pansy, looming over her threateningly. �I can assure you that I know how to say it, and do it! Although, you are correct - it has been a while since I did it with a young girl such as yourself. All those dark revels that one attends do tend to make a man�s taste very - jaded, shall we say. I hope I will be able to remember how to treat a lady such as yourself�.�
Pansy gasped and Draco pressed himself back against the wall trying to hold in howls of laughter; she couldn�t really think that Snape would ever in a million years take her up on such a pathetic offer, could she? Apparently so. �A - actually, that�s okay, sir. I - I�ll just tell my Father I want to drop Potions next year!� Pansy was stammering now and Draco could hear her high heels retreating nearer to the door.
�Oh, but Miss Parkinson, I am so sincerely flattered by your kind offer; perhaps we should talk about it in my chambers -� Snape sighed, and Draco could clearly hear the laughter the older man was trying to suppress. Pansy let out a squeak of pure terror and seconds later she fled past Draco as fast as her feet would carry her, scarlet with shame and tears of fear running down her face. She never even realised he was there.
Draco waited until he could regain control of his breathing and heard Snape snort a quick laugh out from inside the room, before the door slammed shut cutting him off from any more opportunities to eavesdrop. A surge of magic signifying the placing of wards and silencing spells shivered over Draco�s flesh, but he was far too engrossed in replaying the previous five minutes in his head to remember the events which had preceded this highly entertaining occurrence.
He didn�t even consider why he had been down here in the first place; the only thing which was currently spinning around in his head was how he could best use the knowledge he had just acquired.
And oddly, almost two years had passed before the perfect occasion presented itself. Draco was suddenly glad he was a patient man; the shock on Parkinson�s face when she found out she was sitting next to Professor Snape at the Christmas Social would be worth the wait. It would only necessitate the changing of Mandy Brocklehurst from one table to another; he was fairly sure that Hermione would not object if he told her why it would be so delicious to do that. She had absolutely no liking for the Slytherin girl and if she ever found out what Pansy had done she would probably hex the girl into the middle of next year anyway. Rumour around the school had it that it wasn�t wise to get on Granger�s bad side.

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Pansy seemed to be clinging onto Zabini when Hermione arrived almost late at Greenhouse 3. Neville and Parvati beckoned her over, and thankfully Parvati immediately began talking about the Social evening. Hermione was amazed that everyone was so fascinated by where they were going to be seated. Half of her time these days seemed to consist of telling people that she couldn�t tell them where they were sitting, and they would find out on the night. But the normality of the conversation was just what she needed to calm her nerves before facing Pansy; particularly with the new suspicion that the Slytherin girl knew something. Apparently, neither Parvati or Neville were noticing anything amiss with their Head Girl this morning, which was another blessing.
Although, loath as she was to admit it, Hermione had slept better than she could ever remember the night before; it seemed that enormous quantities of mind blowing orgasms followed by slumber wrapped in the arms of a blond Slytherin were very good for the body. She certainly looked better than Pansy Parkinson this morning, Hermione thought guiltily. In fact, after she had finally left the shower and examined herself in the mirror, the irritating enchanted glass had saucily winked at her and informed her that she actually looked almost pretty today.
Sadly, the same could not be said of Pansy; she had obviously used several concealing charms on her face, but these were unfortunately insufficient to hide the redness of her nose, nor the puffiness around her eyes. She looked like a girl who had been crying for hours, and had not slept for days.
Hermione actually began to find herself feeling sorry for the other girl; she remembered how she had felt in 4^th year when Ron had invited Padma to the Yule Ball, without even thinking of asking her. How much worse must it be if you truly believed yourself to be in love with someone and found that he had not merely asked another girl out, but had slept with her? A lot.

Luckily Professor Sprout chose to spend the first half of the class discussing the first set of results which the students had submitted on their Venis project. By the time she directed them to pair up and examine the plant for sufficient maturity to harvest the sap, Pansy seemed to have calmed somewhat.
It had become habit for Hermione to join the other girl at her work bench; it was a typical Slytherin power play, and Hermione could not be bothered to dispute it previously, but today the walk from the other side of the greenhouse seemed to stretch out before her for miles. She had never been so daunted by the thought of facing another person in her life before.
Luckily, Pansy was so involved in her own misery that she barely noticed Hermione�s abstraction. They put on their leather gloves and face shields and cautiously removed the lid from the habitat box; the Venis immediately began snaking its tendrils upwards towards the fresh air, and they had no time for introspection as they began to handle the poisonous plant.
The blow up came at the end of class, after Professor Sprout had placed all the habitat boxes on a wheeled trolley and taken them out of the main teaching greenhouse into a smaller storage area. By this time, the only people left were Hermione, Neville and Pansy. Parvati had been in a hurry hoping to meet her sister in between classes for something and had run on ahead of her boyfriend. Neville was waiting politely by the door for Hermione when Pansy suddenly turned on her.
�This is all your fucking fault, Mudblood bitch!� she hissed at the Head Girl.
Hermione went white and all sorts of things began to loosen up inside her stomach. �I -� she began, but was uncertain how she would have actually followed that opening remark even if Pansy had not immediately rushed into a venomous attack with absolutely no regard for Hermione�s attempt to answer her.
�If you would have done what I asked you at the beginning of the year, I could have stopped this before it happened!� Pansy ranted. �But no, the prissy little virgin Head Girl had to have scruples. I�m not spying, she said! Did you even know there was someone in there? Right next door to your filthy virginal little Mudblood self? I fucking hate you. You�re a waste of the air in this school� She snapped and stormed out of the greenhouse with fresh tears running down her face. She shoved past Neville so hard that he toppled back into several clay plant pots sending them crashing to the ground and shattering into tiny pieces.
Hermione clasped a hand over her frantically racing heart, positively shaking in reaction, with only one thought running through her head; She doesn�t know! She hasn�t got a clue! Finally she managed to search out Neville in an effort to determine how much he had overheard, but found herself instead looking straight into the dark eyes of the quiet Slytherin boy, Zabini, who had appeared seemingly out of nowhere again, and was watching her thoughtfully.
They stared at each other for an eternal moment, until he offered carefully, �Sorry about that, Granger. Pansy�s a bit on edge today. I wouldn�t take anything she says too seriously. I�ll try and calm her down a bit before dinner tonight.� Then he turned and silently disappeared after his housemate.
Hermione shook her head; this day was just getting too surreal for her - but then what could she expect - she had started it in Draco Malfoy�s - Malfoy�s!- bed, after all! She collected her book bag and went to help Neville brush the soil off his robes. �What in the name of Merlin was all that about, Mione?� he asked baffled as they began walking back to the castle. �Are the Slytherins trying to force you into doing something you don�t want to do?�
Hermione couldn�t help shaking her head at the irony of that statement. If only poor Neville knew exactly how much she did want to do whatever a certain Slytherin had desired. �No, nobody�s forcing me to do anything, Nev,� she said squeezing his arm affectionately through his robes. �But if I do ever find out what�s going on, I�ll let you know.�
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10.28.04
Thank you all for continuing to read and review. I am going to try and write some more personal thank yous over in the review section this weekend.
I thought I might remind you - as we lost AFF again this week, that you can also read this story in the Guest Fics file over at the Sleeping With the Enemy Yahoo group, (even chapter 3, which I apparently forgot to upload with the rest of the story. Whoops).
Happy Halloween to you all
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