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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
- 35
- 36
- 37
Chapter Thirty Six

The Gryffindor common room felt like a prison to Hermione; she had come to the uncomfortable conclusion that the rumours about Pansy�s fidelity charm were undoubtedly true. There was no other explanation for her outburst this morning in Herbology, nor her breakdown just now after the prefect meeting. Hermione couldn�t begin to imagine how Draco was planning on dealing with her accusations, nor what he could have meant when he implied he needed to alter the seating arrangements specifically to deal with her.
An hour of distracted attempts to study was all she could manage before she gave up the fight and announced she was returning to her room, taking blatant advantage of the fact that Ginny and Harry were currently sitting together in an armchair in one of the darker corners of the common room indulging in a heated make-out session which thankfully kept the red-headed girl�s attention elsewhere.
She slipped through the portrait into her room, noticing that Gryffindor was still sulking at the far end of his available containment, but she had more important things to worry about than the bruised sensibilities of a oil-colour rendering of a long-dead wizard. Draco was not back in the study yet, and beyond his partially open door, his room was in darkness. Hermione worried about whether to wait in the study or to stay in her room, with her own door ajar so that he would know the invitation was implicit.
Eventually she decided that neutral ground was better; he had said he needed to talk to her about school duties, so the study it was. She took her still unsatisfactory potions notes with her and curled up at the end of one of the large comfy sofas which were set in front of the fire.
It was another fifteen minutes before he appeared, and as he didn�t notice her immediately, Hermione had the opportunity to study him carefully before he became aware of her presence. His hair was tousled as if he had been pulling on it in exasperation, and the newly discovered curls were starting to escape the strict control he kept on them. He had a dark scowl on his face and he was gnawing on the left side of his bottom lip.
Before noticing Hermione, he dropped his meeting notes onto the floor outside his bedroom door and rolled his head backwards seemingly in an attempt to stretch out the tension in his neck. Obviously the meeting with Pansy had not gone well. She felt she ought to say something to alert him to her presence, but truth be told, she was enjoying the sight of him unguarded far too much to interrupt. She had barely allowed herself to look at him in the meeting room for fear of giving them away, but now she studied the new style Malfoy with greedy eyes.
She was hard-put to believe she had joined that revolting clique of witches who were constantly ogling the Head Boy�s behind, but really - when it was shown to such advantage as it was tonight, how could any red blooded girl resist? She must have let out a moan of some sort for suddenly he swung towards her and with a brief growl of �Granger!� he stalked towards her allowing her a magnificent view of the other spectacular parts of his anatomy. Really, it ought to be illegal for the Head Boy to wear jeans; she might just fail her NEWTs if he didn�t go back to robes like all good wizards should.
�Malfoy!� she squeaked as he advanced on her, suddenly nervous of her reaction to this boy. �Er- where did you get those boots?� she babbled idiotically, mentally hitting herself on the forehead when he stopped halfway across the room and looked at her as if she had asked whether the moon was made of cheese.
But he only looked puzzled for a moment until he saw the flush on her cheeks and the way her hands were nervously destroying what was left of her potions notes. He just loved the way that he could penetrate the cool, controlled exterior of the Gryffindor Ice Princess and expose the raging hormones beneath. He smirked at her and right on cue her breath caught in a gasp at the back of her throat.
�These old things?� he whispered, prowling closer. � I got them in Edinburgh, last Christmas. Did it work, do you think?�
�What?� Hermione was confused. He had stopped now right in front of her but made no effort to sit down, which left her eye to eye once again with the zipper of his jeans. How could he possibly expect her to answer questions when she all she could see was the slow expansion of his cock as it swelled and lengthened against the faded blue denim until it was thrusting long and hard against the now straining fly of the jeans. Hermione gulped again trying to focus on his words and not his equipment. �Did what work?�
Draco waved a hand vaguely at his body. �This - the get-up! I thought it might distract people from staring too much.�
Hermione gave him a disbelieving look. Draco Malfoy could never really be so naïve as to think that the sight of him looking like a GQ model would make people not look, could he? No, she admitted as she caught sight of his mischievous grin, he had known people would look and had exploited it quite brilliantly in fact. She was sure not a single girl in the room had spared a glance for the bushy-haired Head Girl whilst she was seated beside a Malfoy in full plumage. And if they had, the last thought that would have ever occurred was that such a mousy little bookworm could ever have managed to capture the attention of such a magnificent being. He really was infuriatingly clever, and she had never given him credit for it before.
She scowled at him, not really angry. �You know it did, you arrogant prat,� she mumbled. �The temperature rose in there by at least 10 degrees the minute you walked in the door. Most of the girls were using their schedules as fans, and most of the boys looked like they wanted to hex boils all over your face for daring to look like that!�
�But what about the Head Girl?� he asked slyly, �What was she thinking? I didn�t see her using her notes for a fan�.must not have had much effect on her, then?�
Hermione growled. �Stop fishing for compliments you overgrown ferret,� she snapped. �You know damn well the Head Girl felt it worst of all. God, she was sitting right next to you, and she didn�t even dare look because -� she stopped abruptly, suddenly horrified at what she had been about to reveal.
�Because what?� Draco pressed urgently. �Because all she wanted to do was this -?� He moved faster than Hermione had ever imagined he was capable of, catching the hand which was mangling her potions notes in his own and dragging it up to cover the swollen ridge of his erection whilst his other hand curled around the back of her head and held her still whilst he dropped onto the sofa beside her and his mouth could reach hers again.
Hermione managed a small whimper of protest before she caved in, her fingers squeezing and stroking as he whispered words of encouragement into her mouth in between heated kisses. His own hands were on her thighs, inching her school skirt upwards when she found her voice for another protest. �I - I still have homework,� she puffed breathlessly.
�Me too,� he groaned into her neck, where he was currently nibbling without a care for the visibility of the location. His fingers reached their destination and they both gasped as he slipped them inside the elastic leg of her panties. �We�ll just have to be quick then,� he panted as she wriggled beneath him, her own hand gripping him so tightly he feared an unanticipated release into his jeans. �But I know I can�t concentrate on anything else until I�ve had you again.�
�Oh, God,� she moaned, sinking fast into incoherence. He pushed her right leg off the edge of the sofa, spreading her wide and open for him as he settled in the cradle of her thighs, his fingers never stopping their light caresses to her slick entrance. His thumb rubbed over her clit and she felt everything inside her begin to tighten up with the now familiar sensation which heralded the unstoppable rush towards climax.
The next moment a tearing sound indicated that Draco had lost his patience with her panties and ripped them off in his haste to reach her. This was followed by the unmistakable metallic hiss of his zipper opening and then he was inside her again. They came together almost fully dressed, right there on the sofa in the middle of the study, all grasping hands and grunted words.
�Stupid meeting,� Draco was mumbling. �This - all I could think about. You - this! Oh! Can�t hold it! Are you ready for me -? Gonna cum like a fucking volcano -!� the irony of his fevered words was totally lost on Draco. All he knew was that his release was gathering with explosive force at the base of his spine and that Hermione had to fly off the edge of the world with him. His hand pressed down between their undulating bodies and he rubbed his fingers urgently over her clit trying to provide that last stimulation she needed to fall over the edge at the exact moment he did.
Her reaction was so wild and unrestrained that he had to fight to stay within her; the muscles in her pussy clamped around his cock so fiercely that he was almost ejected from the her scalding heat. Her hips surged up from the couch as she screamed disjointedly in his ear; he was quite pleased with himself - this was the first time he had made her scream. But then the undulating movements of her climax clenching along the length of his penis incapacitated all his thought processes and he released himself into her with all the force of Niagara Falls.
They were both trembling, teeth chattering and gasping for breath as the world slowly stopped shaking around them. Draco managed to glance at the ornate clock above the fireplace and with typical Malfoy arrogance informed her, �Not bad - under ten minutes. I know it�s helped my concentration.�
�You prat,� Hermione muttered without true heat. She wriggled to get away from him, but he refused to release her, maneuvering them instead until he was sitting on the sofa with her straddling his lap, still joined together. She made one more half hearted attempt to push him away and when he refused to let her go, she laid her head against his shoulder and gave in to the worry that had been nagging at her since the end of the Prefect Meeting. �What did you say to her?� she whispered refusing to meet his eyes.
�Ah, Pansy�s little hex,� he sighed and laid his head against the back of the sofa. His fingers unconsciously entwined with hers and he began rubbing circles on the palm of her left hand with his thumb.
�So, it�s true then?� Hermione gasped, for even despite all indications to the contrary, she had desperately hoped that Pansy was only just PMSing really badly or some such thing this morning.
Draco wondered just exactly how much to reveal; it probably wouldn�t be the best idea in the world to admit, for instance, that he had been on the way to receiving a blow job from Pansy herself when he had first overheard Hermione and her friends talking about fidelity charms; but by the same virtue he felt uncomfortable blatantly lying about the fact that he had only been alerted to said charm by those same girls.
�Yes, it does appear that Pansy had charmed something to alert her to an occasion when I might sleep with someone other than her. I was - forewarned - about its existence, and I took steps to disable it.� He admitted cautiously; he was rather enjoying the way Hermione lay snuggled against his shoulder - and the fact that his semi-erect penis was still gloved inside her was well on it�s way to making him feel all gooey and romantic. The last thing he wanted at the current moment was to say the wrong thing and send her off into one of her irritated lectures.
She moved minutely and the sensations even this tiny motion caused almost made him lose his thought. �But - I wasn�t thorough enough, I guess. It appears she managed to repair it after I had gone. And that brings us to where we are now. It won�t react again; apparently it self-destructed on Sunday morning, but I would certainly say that Pansy is rather unhinged at the moment.�
Hermione snorted. Talk about understatement. �So what happened after the meeting tonight?� She asked. �You didn�t actually hex her did you? Did she try and hex you?�

He shook his head. �No, Pansy�s no fool. She knows she can�t hope to perform magic even close to my level. Besides, I had taken her wand - remember? After I took the silencing spell off her she yelled a lot and cried a lot, and there was a load of rubbish about what our parents expect from us after Hogwarts. I really didn�t get to say much at all, I just waited for her to wind down really, then told her to keep out of my personal life and that it would never, ever include her again.�
He paused, considering how much exactly to tell her, and decided that it would be amusing to see her reaction to the knowledge that Snape had involved himself in the situation. He might have gone through an enormous reversal in his opinion of this girl, but he couldn�t resist the habits of years gone and taunt her just a little. He had decided he was absolutely adorable when she was embarrassed, and the thought of teasing his little Gryffindor lioness whilst she was straddling his lap, still intimately joined was something he couldn�t resist.

�Then I threatened to set Snape on her,� he continued slyly. �It would appear that word of our weekend activities reached his ears, too. He made me sit through a very uncomfortable lecture just before Potions this afternoon -�
He didn�t get any further for Hermione squeaked in mortification and despite his attempts to hold her still, leapt off his lap and into a frantic dance in the middle of the hearth rug. �What?� She fairly screamed at him. �Oh my God! Do you think Professor McGonagall knows! What about Professor Dumbledore? I can�t believe you waited this long to tell me, you idiot! And you talked me into doing it again - Oh God! I�m going to lose my badge! We�ll both be expelled and have to beg for knuts in Knockturn Alley!�
Draco tried to repress a smirk at the sight of his gorgeous girlfriend freaking out, but the more exotic her impassioned rambling became, the harder he found it to keep the grin off his face. When Hermione eventually paused for a breath and turned to see if her vile corrupter had any pearls of wisdom to impart, the sight of that bemused smirk caused her to reach for the nearest available object - which happened to be a copy of 1001 Magical Fungi and their uses in Potions - and lob it at his head.
�Hey!� He yelled irritably as he ducked the flying text book. He leapt up from the sofa also, and Hermione was unfortunately distracted by the sight of his impressive equipment bouncing tantalizingly out of the still opened zipper of his jeans, which enabled him to catch hold of her, trapping her arms by her sides so that no more projectiles could be launched at his head.
�Just calm down and listen,� he reasoned. �If you could try letting someone get all the facts out before you overreacted, maybe there wouldn�t have been any need for airborne books!�
�Just tell me that Snape wasn�t looking at me all through class today and knowing what we just spent the whole weekend doing?� She moaned agonizingly, burrowing her hot face into his sweater.
�Actually, he has no idea who the girl was. Nobody does,� Draco soothed, rubbing his cheek against the wild hair on the top of her head; he decided he loved her hair - it was such a reflection of her whole personality - wild and untamed and larger than life. �He just told me that he wasn�t very impressed with either Pansy or myself, and that if I was going to be carrying on with someone then I should be extremely discreet and not give the Head Girl any opportunities to catch me and report my behaviour to the Headmaster in case I lost my badge.� He waited a moment for Hermione�s brain to process this information, and right on cue she snapped her head back and stared at him indignantly.
�He said what?� She demanded. �Oh, isn�t that just so typical of him! Let his precious Slytherins do whatever they like, as long as it�s all sneaky and underhanded! Why, I should -�
Draco outright laughed at that. �Should what?� he asked mischievously. �Go up to him and tell him exactly what you think of the idea of the Head Boy having permission to sleep with whoever he likes as long as he�s discreet. I think that would be an interesting conversation, don�t you? I can imagine how it might go - Well, Miss Granger, this is very cutoius - how could you possibly know what advice I have given Mr Malfoy on his private life - ?�

Hermione hit his shoulder hard. �All right, there�s no need to be so smug about it! I get the point; Snape is the very spirit of sentimentality - the soul of discretion!�
�Well, can you imagine McGonagall being so laid back about it?� Draco questioned practically, and she was forced reluctantly to agree that her own head of House�s reaction was not something she wished to experience. �You should be pleased, really - Snape actually sat there and told me to make a bigger effort to be nice to you! Told me not to upset you! And not to let you catch me!� He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively at her and was rewarded finally with a faint twitching of her lips, and a minute relaxation in the tension of her muscles against him. �He also said he was going to deal with Pansy�s intrusion into my private life, but that doesn�t mean I�m going to just leave it. I have an idea which will cause her the maximum discomfort possible and still be quite legal.�
Hermione allowed herself to be led back to the sofa, and sat down beside him trying hard to ignore the fact that she was wearing no underwear and that Draco still hadn�t put himself away.
�Pansy is positively petrified of Professor Snape because she once tried to offer him sex to get a better mark on her potions OWL. Needless to say, the offer was not well received by our dear Head of House.� Draco began, and felt he was adequately rewarded by Hermione�s astonished reaction. He grinned, and continued. �You really don�t want to know how I came by that information. Suffice it to say, even Pansy doesn�t know that I saw it all - and I have hung on to the knowledge for all this time, waiting for a chance to use it to the best advantage!�
�So how do you imagine that changing her seat allocation will cause her to suffer for what she did?� Hermione asked sarcastically.
�Well, I had thought that forcing her to sit next to Snape for the whole night, under the full and complete knowledge that if she doesn�t talk to him, and make lots of polite social chit-chat she will fail a class, might be a fitting agony for her to endure?�
Hermione studied him thoughtfully under her lashes for long moments. �But what about Mandy Brocklehurst?� she questioned. �You know - the only girl who�s never had a detention with Snape? Where would she sit now?�
�Wherever Pansy was previously,� Draco said dismissively. �It won�t make any difference to Mandy; she�ll have no problems fitting in with anyone we choose.� Hermione found herself feeling a little twinge of - something - at Draco�s words, at his sure confidence that the Ravenclaw girl was capable of meeting any challenge they gave her. � Also this will give Snape an opportunity to initiate whatever plan he has to make Pansy behave. It�s mean without being obvious, cruel without being dangerous.�
He soundly coldly Slytherin as he pronounced these words, and Hermione shivered, forcefully reminded that this was not a domesticated New Age man in touch with his feminine side, but instead a ruthless, powerful young wizard whose ancestry could be traced back through generations of villains and Dark Arts practitioners. It would do her well to remember that, before he seduced away her free will with his voice and lips and hands.
�What�s more - she�s got it coming to her!� Draco finished darkly, breaking in on her disturbed ruminations.
And Hermione really couldn�t disagree with that.

***********
At almost the same moment that Draco and Hermione were repeating their weekend intimacies on the study sofa, Severus Snape was sitting in his personal quarters marking 5^th year end of term quizzes, when his fire subsided suddenly and then flared green, closely followed by the appearance of Albus Dumbledore�s head amidst the flames.
Severus sighed. Of course it would be too much to have hoped that His All-Knowingness had managed to miss hearing about the recent disturbance in Severus� House!
Albus� disembodied head twinkled at his Potions Master. �May I come in, Severus?� he asked politely and Severus ground his teeth in frustration. As if there could be any possible answer to that question other than yes.

�Of course, Headmaster,� he said stiffly. �What can I do for you this evening?�
Albus Dumbledore emerged from the floo into Severus� chambers, dusting off his purple paisley robes as he did so. He glanced towards a chair beside the hearth and raised his eyebrows. Severus nodded resignedly. Looked like the Headmaster was going to be here for a while. He pushed his marking away and came around his desk to join Albus in front of the fire.
They sat in silence, contemplating the renewed flames in the grate for a while. Severus was determined to out-wait the Headmaster. He had endured enough of Albus� unnerving silences to know that whoever spoke first would lose the advantage in the conversation. Although he suspected that Dumbledore was here to talk about the occurrence in the girl�s dormitory over the weekend; he had learnt the hard way that Dumbledore often supplemented his extensive awareness of the events occurring around him by the tendency of the unwary to rush, in the face of Albus� unwavering gaze, into offering flustered explanations for situations that the Headmaster actually had no prior knowledge of.
Severus wasn�t about to fall into that trap again. Sometimes he thought the old man was even more Slytherin than Salazar himself.
Obviously the Headmaster didn�t have all evening to play who will crack first games with his Potions master. He sighed and fixed his famous twinkly gaze on Snape. �So, Severus,� he began mildly. �I heard there was some commotion in Slytherin over the weekend? Do you have any insight into what happened?�
�There were some - pyrotechnics, yes,� Severus admitted cautiously. �However, no one was physically hurt, and aside from a deplorable lack of sleep for most of the students, no harm was done to anyone.�
�But you feel there may have been some emotional damage?� Dumbledore questioned thoughtfully, and Severus ground his teeth again. So typical of the Headmaster to twist his words around and pick on something with only the shadow of a ghost of an implication.
�Well, certainly to the perpetrator,� he admitted nastily, �But since this was entirely her own creation, I can hardly imagine why she should be upset at the results of her endeavors. That was the reason she created it, after all!�
�Hmm,� Dumbledore replied. �And our victim? Have you managed to ascertain if there was any emotional impact on him?�
Severus snorted. �Indeed! I had quite an illuminating conversation with our victim this afternoon. He has certainly felt some emotional impact, but I would be hard put to describe it as damage. He certainly seemed very pleased with himself when I spoke to him.�
�Indeed?� the Headmaster smiled quite beatifically. Severus shuddered; Albus Dumbledore in such a jovial mood was bound to spell trouble for someone. Most likely himself. �So, Severus, let�s stop beating about the bush, shall we? Tell me everything you know about the events of Saturday night,� as he spoke, the Headmaster allowed his eyes to turn slightly towards an arrangement in the corner of Snape�s room. It comprised of several spherical opaque objects whose base element most closely resembled glass. At the present time, yellow and green clusters of light glowed faintly beneath the surface of two of these orbs. Of the remaining four, one was a dull impervious grey and the other three glowed with a pulsating milky mist.
Although none of the students were aware of its existence, this was the Slytherin House alarm system. Severus had enchanted it himself and was fairly pleased with it�s subtlety; the yellow lights represented the presence of the Slytherin girls in their dormitories, the green the boys. The dull grey orb was Severus� study - not currently activated due to his presence in the room. The faintly swirling mist in the other three balls merely signified that all was normal in his bedroom, classroom and ingredients storage room. Any rise in temperature signifying the intrusion of a human body into these thermostatically charm-controlled areas would immediately flare red in these orbs, and a simple flick of Severus� wand would allow the orbs to project a view of the inside of each room. Muggles might have called it a closed circuit tv system.
Severus did not look inside the dormitories; he had always found that his sudden uncanny appearances nearby as soon as a green light appeared in the yellow orb or vice-versa was usually enough to discourage co-mingling of the sexes within the actual confines of Slytherin, although he had little influence over assignations held elsewhere on the school premises.
In the past year however, he had grown to despair of Miss Parkinson�s sexual proclivities, and lately had even given up appearing on her doorstep to chase out the amour of the moment. In truth he was quite glad to have her mind occupied elsewhere, for heaven forbid she ever make a repeat of her offer in the 5^th year.
Saturday past, there had been a solitary green glow in her dormitory, leading Severus to assume she was entertaining again, but as that was the only infraction he had not bothered about it overly much. Observation of the orbs had indicated that the Slytherins were up and about very late Saturday and early into Sunday morning, but mostly the students seemed to be milling around the corridor and common room, and before long Miss Parkinson was alone in her room and remained so without even her other dorm mate�s company the rest of the night.
Unusual but not particularly suspicious behaviour. Severus, who had his own plans for Saturday evening had chosen not to make an appearance, there were no classes the following day, after all. Of course, when word of what had actually happened reached his highly sensitive ears via several different sources, he tried to regret his decision, but unfortunately found he could not.
It was hugely unprofessional, but Severus found he took great enjoyment in the fact that Draco had apparently found someone he really liked, and the fact that Pansy had created such a clever charm - albeit with the wrong intentions - pleasantly surprised him. He had all but given up on the girl ever showing even a spark of her family�s talent.
The front he had presented Draco with today had obviously convinced the boy that he disapproved deeply, and he hoped it had served to put young Malfoy on his guard against revealing too much too soon, and to the wrong people. Needless to say, Albus was a very different proposition to Draco Malfoy, and would not be so easy to manipulate.
He sighed and looked at the Headmaster who smiled encouragingly, obviously waiting for an answer. Nothing for it, but the bare bones of the truth. �Well it appears Miss Parkinson created a charm which was intended to warn her if Mr Malfoy entered into - sexual relations with someone other than herself. It would seem that Draco has been inordinately celibate so far this year, because her alarm did not activate until this past weekend.�
�And could the activation of Miss Parkinson�s alarm account for the inordinate amount of disturbance which was noticed amongst the students of your House?� Albus asked probingly.
Severus grimaced. �Apparently, Miss Parkinson did not fully research the consequences of her charm, or else she gave it far more power than she intended. Instead of simply alerting her to the fact that something had occurred, it seems to have reacted cumulatively to - ah - every time Mr Malfoy finished - until it actually immolated itself right there in the girl�s dormitory. Hence, all the boys can talk about is Draco�s stamina, and the girls are trying to sympathise with Pansy but finding it really hard because they are jealous of a shadow.�
Dumbledore didn�t say anything for several moments, and despite what he had said himself to Draco about not wishing to know the girl�s identity, Severus couldn�t help but wonder if the old man actually knew who had been in the Head Boy�s room over the weekend. Severus was again struck with the fear that Draco might lose his Head Boy status for this latest stunt; horrifying images of Dumbledore regretfully offering the usurped position to Harry Bloody Potter, accompanied by much sad shaking of his silvery head flew into his mind and he could not dislodge them.
�Headmaster -� he rushed to say quickly. �Have you information which I don�t about Draco�s - partner in these activities?� The wards and enchantments were less on the Head student suite than other areas of the school; it was a reasonable assumption that having gained such a level of recognition, the students who held these posts were basically trustworthy and capable of making wise choices about their lives and behaviour, but the old man still had ways and means of gathering intelligence which he didn�t share with the rest of the staff.
�Well, I could certainly hazard a guess or two,� Dumbledore replied thoughtfully, �But in the end, that�s all they would be - guesses. Do you not have any ideas in your own heart of hearts, Severus, who might have finally captured the roving eye of our Head Boy?� He watched amusedly as Severus shook his head irritably.
�Honestly, Albus, I have far too many demands on me to be wasting what little spare time I do have pondering on the romantic palpitations of a bunch of hormone-driven teenagers!� He exclaimed exasperatedly. Albus outright laughed at this.
�Our exceptional Head Boy has behaved entirely as I had expected and placed binding charms on all the portraits he has access to in the Head Student suites; I�m afraid that without blatantly practicing spying and voyeurism, I have no means of discerning what goes on behind the closed doors of Mr Malfoy�s room.�
Severus grunted, but was secretly pleased at Draco�s skill and ingenuity. �Although the incident with Miss Parkinson�s alarm was unfortunate, I don�t believe it warrants the invasion of his privacy by even more of us than has already occurred. You said he seemed pleased with himself, Severus. Did you by any chance infer from your conversation whether this might turn out to be a lasting relationship?�
Severus considered the advisability of sharing Draco�s heartfelt, Yes, very with the Headmaster and decided that Albus was right - they should let him have some privacy for his emotions. He shook his head, shrugging ambiguously in reply, and missed the brief snap of frustration in Dumbledore�s bright blue gaze.
�Well, thank you for your help, Severus,� he said as he rose from his seat. �I am sure you have the fall-out from this episode well in hand. I will see you at breakfast.� And leaving Severus surprised by the speed of his departure, he stepped back into the floo and disappeared from sight.
Minerva was waiting for Albus in his chambers as he reemerged at the other end.
�Well?� she demanded impatiently. �Do we know anything more now?�
�Alas, no,� the Headmaster sighed sadly. ��We still have to trust in our assumptions, which I am sure nonetheless are correct!� he added bracingly.
Minerva snorted. �Well, Malfoy better damn well hurry up and commit himself if you want to swing this before things start to get sticky!� she exclaimed tartly.
Albus patted her hand soothingly. �I know my dear,� he said. �I am sure we will have it all sorted out before Fudge can get Lucius paroled in the New Year.�
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