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Pansy's Volcano	By : Bluemidget57 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 206366 -:- Recommendations : 6 -:- Currently Reading : 8
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Chapter List
- 1-Pansy's Volcano
- 2-Two
- 3-Three
- 4-Four
- 5-Five
- 6-Six
- 7-Seven
- 8-Eight
- 9-Nine
- 10-Ten
- 11-Eleven
- 12-Twelve
- 13-Thirteen
- 14-Fourteen
- 15-Fifteen
- 16-Sixteen
- 17-Seventeen
- 18-Eighteen
- 19-Nineteen
- 20-Twenty
- 21-Twenty one
- 22-Twenty Two
- 23-Twenty Three
- 24-Twenty Four
- 25-Twenty Five
- 26-Twnety Six
- 27-Twenty Seven
- 28-Twenty Eight
- 29-Twenty Nine
- 30-Thirty
- 31-Thirty one
- 32-Thirty Two
- 33-Thirty Three
- 34-Thirty Four
- 35-Thirty Five
- 36-Thirty Six
- 37-Thirty Seven
- 38-Thirty Eight
- 39-Thirty Nine
- 40-Forty
- 41-Forty One
- 42-Forty Two
- 43-Forty Three
- 44-Forty Four
- 45-Forty Five
- 46-Forty Six
- 47-Forty Seven
- 48-Forty Eight
- 49-Forty Nine
- 50-Fifty
- 51-Fifty One
- 52-52
- 53-53
- 54-54
- 55-55
- 38
- 39
- 40
Thirty Nine

Severus had settled back in his seat pleasantly surprised by the behaviour of the Head Girl; admittedly, he had only chosen to dance with her instead of publicly embarrassing her in an effort to feel out her thoughts on how she and Draco were coping in each other�s company this year, (Well, that and the fact that Dumbledore�s instructions on behaviour tonight had been extremely explicit) but it had turned out better than he expected.

Miss Granger had obviously struggled with deciding how to answer his questions, but in typical Gryffindor fashion she had chosen to display loyalty even to her Slytherin counterpart, and although Severus knew she was not being wholly truthful with him, there was no actual lie in her answer. She and Draco were dealing with each other, seemingly better than could have been hoped for at the beginning of term. She was however, smart enough not to look directly at him as she stumbled through her answers to his questions. No doubt thanks to Potter, and his chronic oversharing habits, she was probably aware of his abilities in legilimency; in fact one such as she had probably long since discerned the necessity of his using this skill simply to enable his continued role as a spy in the Dark Lord�s ranks, therefore she would no doubt instinctively resist giving him any further opportunity to probe her thoughts on the matter.
Tonks had left the table and was dancing with Potter, and Miss Parkinson had taken the opportunity to make good her escape. It was quite amusing to watch the girl squirm under the speculative glances he had tossed her way several times throughout the meal. She was obviously dreading his response to her aborted attempt to spy on Malfoy. Whatever bravado had inspired the idea in her mind over the summer, had definitely fled when faced with the disastrous results of her experiment. She knew that as Head of her House, he could not allow such behaviour to slide, but it certainly had it�s perks dragging out the wait. Severus knew it had been Draco�s idea to place Pansy beside him for the meal. It was exactly the Slytherin tactics he would have employed himself had he been the aggrieved party. He was actually quite impressed by the accuracy of Draco�s malice; it wasn�t as if he actually knew why Pansy would find this proximity so uncomfortable.
He looked casually around the room, wondering if Draco�s paramour was present tonight or if she was in one of the lower years. The boy had headed straight for the Gryffindor Patil when Granger came to ask him to dance, but Severus didn�t believe she was the one. The unfathomable relationship she had formed with the Destroyer of Cauldrons, although incomprehensible to Severus, seemed to be working out very well for them both, and they were clearly devoted to each other.
Although he wished for nothing further from this evening than to sit here in his chair enjoying the especially good vintage firewhiskey the Felton Arms served, Severus knew that mingling was required and he could not avoid it for ever. Dumbledore wanted him to speak to the students - ask them questions about non-academic subjects. What a frightful idea, and one he definitely needed extra liquid fortification to pursue.
He was left blessedly alone to imbibe another two glasses of firewhiskey before Minerva arrived at his table with a couple of her Gryffindors in tow. She directed Mr Finnegan and Miss Brown to sit opposite him, and glared meaningfully at him. To their credit, neither of the students seemed any happier to be there than he was to receive them, but obviously unwilling to jeopardize their grade they stayed in place even after Minerva swept off back to the dance floor.
Severus had rarely been as pleased to see anyone as he was to spy Tonks bearing down on the table again, albeit leaving a trail of devastation and spilled drinks in her wake. �Hey there, Professor,� she puffed gaily as she flopped down in her assigned seat beside him, blowing a wisp of her brightly colored hair out of her eyes.
�Didn�t mean to leave you all alone there, with the kiddies,� she winked blatantly and outrageously at Lavender as she spoke making it quite clear to everyone who sat at the table that she was poking fun at his expense, and Severus felt his momentary relief at her appearance evaporate in a puff of smoke. She was obviously at her irritating best, and undermining his dignity with every word which fell unguarded from her mouth. He scowled at her, and within seconds Lavender and Finnegan were scuttling off to dance with each other in an effort to avoid a showdown.
He had just opened his mouth to complain to her, when she continued brightly. �There you are. They�ve gone now, so you can go back to brooding again!� She smirked at him smugly and leant her chair back on its two rear legs, looking pleased with herself. Of course, she tilted a just smidgeon too far, and Severus had to lean forwards and grab the chair just as it was about to topple over backwards and deposit her on the ground. He sighed in resignation; it never failed to amaze him how she could function as an Auror when every move she made seemed to court disaster in some form or another.
�Just stay still for another couple of hours,� he instructed her, �and the evening will be all over, and the rest of us just might escape with all our limbs intact and not wearing any of our drinks!�
�Well, if you won�t let me move, you�ll have to keep talking to me then,� Tonks replied unrepressed. �Tell me what�s going on with Malfoy? You wouldn�t believe the things that I just heard when I was in the loo.�
Severus sighed. It was going to be a long evening.

*********

After Harry relinquished Tonks he scanned the room for sight of Ron or Hermione; he found the Head Girl circling the dance floor with Terry Boot, and sighed in relief. He wasn�t sure what had come over her, marching up to Professor Snape like that, but it had prompted his own invitation to Tonks, in an effort to make the whole episode look just less odd. Ron was still sitting at the table he had been assigned, but now Hannah Abbott had escaped from her captive position between him and Goyle, and it appeared their animated conversation had continued unabated.
Harry smiled to himself as he made his way over to Ron, anticipating the red-head�s heartfelt thanks for being rescued from the Slytherin. Crabbe, who had been seated at Harry�s table for dinner, had actually made some halting efforts to strike up a conversation with him, but eventually they had both found the whole episode so surreal that as soon as the dancing began they had both made their escapes in opposite directions. Honestly, Harry was quite surprised that Ron and Goyle were still talking despite the opportunity of release for each of them.
He wasn�t entirely surprised to hear as he approached from behind Ron, that they were arguing about Quidditch. Ron was questioning, quite daringly Harry thought, why Goyle and Crabbe had stepped down from the team this year, and Harry found himself quite interested in the answer also; he wondered if Goyle would actually give one.
The moment was lost however, when the Slytherin boy noticed him hovering over Ron�s shoulder, and his face rearranged itself into a ghost of Malfoy�s smirk. �That would a Slytherin team secret, Weasley,� he said solemnly. �It would never do to let the Gryffindor Captain in on it!� He winked at Ron who sighed in frustration, then pushed his chair away from the table and ambled away.
Ron turned around and found Harry behind him. �Oh, perfect timing!� he exclaimed. �I almost had him spilling all Malfoy�s secrets there!�
Harry laughed. �Somehow I doubt that, Ron,� he replied. �He was playing you, just like Malfoy; it seems they�ve learnt something off him after all. Crabbe actually tried to chat to me about greyhound racing; he seemed to be under some weird misapprehension that because I lived with Muggles, we must have gone to the dog track every weekend. It was very strange.�
Ron laughed. �It�s because of those study topics we all got on our invitations; I think Dumbledore must have picked the most outlandish things he could think of for the Slytherins to research. At least most of ours were logical or obvious!�
�Hmm,� Harry agreed thoughtfully. He looked around the room critically, �So how do you think it�s actually going then?� He asked. �It does sort of seem like everyone is mingling together well, don�t you think?�
�I don�t know, Harry. I think after seeing Hermione march up and ask Professor Snape to dance anything would look good! I swear I thought I was going to drop right off my chair for a minute there!�
�Yes, I don�t think I could ever have seen that coming! But at least he didn�t embarrass her or show her up. Do you think Dumbledore had that planned with her beforehand?�
�I don�t know,� Ron said, �I suppose it�s possible; we don�t get to see as much of her as we did the other years - even with the prefect meetings, there�s still loads of stuff she has to do which we don�t have to get involved in. I�m just glad for her sake that the ferret seems to have toned down the racist comments a bit this year. I�m still not happy that she has to share rooms with him though; not one bit.� He added darkly.
Harry gazed at his friend thoughtfully, �Are you okay about Hermione now?� He asked. �I didn�t want to pry before, but I know you were really hurting when she decided to put a hold on your relationship. Do you still think you�ll get back together after this year is finished?�
Ron blinked a couple of times, and turned slightly so that he wasn�t quite looking Harry in the eye. �I would never turn Mione away,� he mumbled, his voice getting quieter, �But - well, but I think - I believe she was trying to let me down gently��
Oh, Ron!� Harry sighed sympathetically. He couldn�t reassure his friend for that was also the conclusion he had come to himself. Which created another problem in his eyes. �What�s going on with Luna then?� He asked carefully. �Ginny seems to think she�s really keen on you, and she�s awfully fond of Luna - I think she�d get really mad if you ended up hurting her.�
This caused Ron to give a short bark of humorless laughter. �Luna is very - single-minded,� he admitted dryly. �We had a bit of a - thing, if you want to call it that, at the beginning of 6^th year. She was quite forceful, as I remember it; didn�t take no for an answer. Then just as suddenly, she changed her mind and told me it wasn�t going to work - said I wasn�t ready yet, and just like that she went right back to being her usual self, as if nothing had ever happened. I was rather surprised you know, when she said she�d go to the Halloween Ball with me; then she got all cryptic on me and kept saying things like It won�t be long now and weird Luna-speak.�
At this point the turned and look directly at Harry. �Of course, now I think I know what she was on about - it being over for me and Hermione - sometimes she�s too spooky to be real, you know. Seems like she�s years older than the lot of us, and she�s just humoring our little teenage fancies. I don�t think Ginny needs to worry about Luna though - she knows exactly what�s going on - I just wish she�d let me in on it!
Harry swallowed nervously. That certainly hadn�t been the reaction he�d been after with his query, but it seemed to have helped Ron to get it off his chest. He turned and studied the dancers. �She looks gorgeous tonight, doesn�t she,� Ron commented sadly, his eyes resting on their friend. �Hardly like our Mione at all. She�s cleaned up real nice in that dress and a few minutes with Lavender�s make up brush.�
�Why don�t you go and dance with her?� Harry asked gently. It was obvious that Ron was still hurting on the inside, even though he was trying to accept the finality of their parting.
�Nah,� Ron said after only a very brief moment of hesitation. �It�s probably not a brilliant idea. You go though - have one for both of us.�
Harry studied his friend closely. �Are you sure, Ron?� He asked. �I�ve done all my circulating. I can just hang out here if you want?�
�No, I�m sure - one of us should definitely make the effort, or she�ll be miffed with us tomorrow. I think I might brave old Snape�s table and ask Tonks to dance with me. Go on then.� With that he pushed his chair away from the table and stalked off leaving Harry alone to ponder the vagaries of the human heart. He suddenly wished very much that Ginny had been able to come tonight. He missed his girlfriend, and she was so much better at this emotional stuff than he was. Ginny would have known the right thing to say to her brother; Harry wasn�t sure if he hadn�t made Ron feel worse rather than better.
He got up and entered the dance floor winding through the dancers until he found Hermione and Terry just parting company at the end of a fast song. �Sorry. My turn now,� he said to Ernie MacMillan who was approaching fast from the other side. �Gryffindor privilege.� Hermione gave an apologetic glance to Ernie, and mouthed Next one? as Harry took her hand and turned her towards him.
�That was very high-handed and arrogant, Mr Potter,� she scolded without heat. �Pulling rank like that! We�re not supposed to be fraternizing with our own Houses tonight you know. As Head Girl, I should really reprimand you severely for preventing Gryffindor-Hufflepuff interaction!�
�Oh, stuff it, Hermione!� Harry replied remorselessly, and she giggled. �Do you think it�s a success then?� He asked curiously. His friend seemed quite pleased with herself this evening, so he could only assume the answer to that was in the affirmative, unless Malfoy or Snape had slipped something into her drinks?
�Yes, I do think so. You know, I talked to Morag MacDougal for ages tonight; she�s such a nice girl, I can�t believe I never made friends with her before. What a waste, to finally discover someone with so short a time left to the end of school,� Hermione�s voice trailed away, and she looked saddened by her thoughts. Harry wondered again if she had been drinking; her mood seemed oddly erratic.
�Hmm, what was all that - dragging Snape onto the dance floor earlier then?� He teased, wanting her out of her melancholy quickly. Nothing like a Slytherin to provoke a reaction!
�Hah!� Hermione replied, rising beautifully to the bait. �I had to prove a point! And I think I did so spectacularly well, don�t you?�
�Well, I might if I knew what the point was,� Harry agreed carefully, but he was not destined to discover it tonight for just as Hermione opened her mouth to reply, the Headmaster appeared behind them, hoping to interrupt.
Ah, Miss Granger, Harry!� he said jovially. �You won�t object too much if I cut in and take our talented and beautiful Head Girl away from you will you, Harry?� he twinkled, �Only my poor old limbs won�t be up to much more dancing tonight, and I would love to take a turn around the floor with Miss Granger before I have to surrender to their demands!�
�Of course not, Sir,� Harry said politely as he stepped away from Hermione. �I�ll see you later then, Mione?� he added as he left them there.
Dumbledore smiled widely at Hermione. �What an excellent job you have done Miss Granger. I couldn�t have asked for a more delightful evening than this which you and Mr Malfoy have supplied for us.� He twirled her quickly around the dance floor in something reminiscent of a foxtrot. Hermione thought it likely that she would be wilting long before the Headmaster flagged. He even had breath spare to be humming as he danced.
Thank you, Sir,� she relied breathlessly. �Did everyone manage to get a passing mark for their study topic?� Dumbledore twinkled even more than usual, and Hermione dared to ask a question that she had been pondering since she first received her blue invitation. �Excuse my forwardness, Sir - but were you really going to mark people down on their NEWTS for not researching their subject?�
Dumbledore laughed outright at this. �Well, I expect we will never know, my dear, since you and Mr Malfoy did such an excellent job of motivating your classmates into doing as they were asked. But if I do say so myself, I think it was one of my better ideas for promoting inter-house unity. Madam Pince tells me that over half the books in the Muggle studies section were checked out at one point this week!�
Dumbledore gazed around the room and seemed to find what he was seeking, spinning Hermione across the dance floor as he continued, �I can only think of a few more effective ways of uniting the Houses than -� but his wisdom went unspoken for he appeared to suddenly spy Professor McGonagall close by them, and decide he should share the next dance with his deputy.
�Ah, Minerva my dear! I do believe the next song is for you and I to dance together, and then I shall be done for the evening! Miss Granger, Mr Malfoy - you don�t mind a small exchange of partners now, do you? Good, good! Let�s be off and show these youngsters how to jive, Minerva!�
He took the deputy headmistress into his arms and they spun away, leaving the Head Students standing awkwardly together. �Albus,� McGonagall said reprovingly. �Could you be any more obvious? Do you honestly think that abandoning them in the middle of the dance floor is going to work?�
�Every little bit helps, my dear,� Dumbledore replied thoughtfully. �If it was anyone than Miss Granger who set off Miss Parkinson�s little alarm I would eat my hat! Do you honestly think he could have taken someone else to bed when he looks at her like that.� He nodded back to where they had left the students standing. �I do wish he hadn�t restrained all the portraits in the suite; it would make my calculations so much easier. But, Minerva - I really do think we�ve got him!�

***********

Hermione, whose attention had been fixed on Draco from the second she saw him across the room with Professor McGonagall, felt suddenly shy and awkward as the two teachers swept off and left them standing there, unsure of whether to simply step into each other�s arms, or if that would give them away.
Then the song changed, and Hermione�s eyes flew up to Draco�s with a soft �Oh!� for the tune which was now being attempted by the band was Breathe, the same song which had caused her so much confusion at the Halloween Ball.
Obviously the opening bars had the same effect on Draco; his lips parted in a faint gasp, and without further thought, they came together for the first time this evening. Hermione could feel his sigh of satisfaction as she came to rest against his body, and he whispered into her ear, hardly moving his lips, �You should always wear green, Granger. Do you have any idea what it does to me to see you wearing my colours?� his breath stirred her dragon earrings and a quick thrust of his hips against her stomach as they executed a turn, left her in no doubt as to his meaning. She moaned and stumbled slightly, weak from the sudden wave of lust that accompanied his words and actions.
He took her hand and brought it up to rest on the soft black velvet of his robes, just over his heart, and for a moment longer than was necessary his fingers curled over hers, and pressed her hand hard enough for her to feel how fast his heart was racing.
�I got it for you,� she confessed breathlessly, and then gasped in embarrassment that the words could have fallen uncensored from her mouth; she flushed shyly as Draco grinned his head off at this revelation.
�I can�t wait to see what it�ll look like on the floor in my bedroom,� he muttered into her ear. �After I�ve stripped it off you inch by inch, until you�re wet and trembling in my arms - and I�m so hard I can�t even stand up. Merlin, who am I kidding - I�m already like that!�
Hermione gasped and cast a frantic glance around the room to see if anyone was paying attention to them. If Ron or Harry heard him talk like this, they wouldn�t stop to ask questions first. She looked urgently up at him, �You can�t, Draco. Not here!� she hissed.
Although he thought she looked utterly adorable, flustered and embarrassed, Draco understood the sense in her urgent words. It was far too dangerous teasing her like that in public. It made him forget that they weren�t alone, narrowed his vision down to one thing and that was how much he wanted her; if he didn�t get a hold of himself he would end up taking her right in the middle of this damned dance floor for everyone to see, and that would certainly give them something to talk about.
�So,� he mumbled a moment later, �Is this our song now, then?�
Hermione, who had previously imagined that only girls were mushy enough to think that there was such a thing as �Our Song�, melted into a metaphoric puddle of romantic goo at this statement. She allowed her cheek to rub briefly against his shoulder as they turned again, hoping the gesture would be covered up by the change of direction. �Hmm, I think so,� she whispered back. �The words are�.� she trailed off, not wanting to admit things which had barely even formed themselves into thoughts yet.
�Very accurate,� he finished for her, as he sang softly along with the band on the stage, and Hermione felt her legs turning to water; if he hadn�t been holding her, she would no doubt have fallen over her own two feet.
It felt suddenly as if they were hovering on the brink of something very important, and Hermione shivered with the significance of the moment - which never came to be. Just as she waited for something which was going to change her life, Lavender Brown bumped into them from their left, with such force that Draco staggered sideways and had to let go of her to steady himself or fall on his arse. Lavender winked knowingly at Hermione, and she realised with a sinking stomach that the other girl thought she had done her a favour by intervening in what must be a very uncomfortable experience.
Apparently, their intense silence did not portray to casual observers the impression that something incredibly significant was just about to happen; apparently it looked more like the uncomfortable silence of two people who had nothing whatsoever to say to each other.
Before Draco could even collect himself and regain his footing, Professor Dumbledore appeared by Lavender�s shoulder. �Ah! Still dancing, Miss Granger, Mr Malfoy? I�m sure you won�t mind running a little errand for me, would you?� Without waiting for a reply, he continued, �I really believe you should be giving a personal thanks to Mr Pringle for all his help and assistance in making tonight so successful. Run along now, to his office. Perhaps you could even prevail upon him to make an appearance here so that everyone could meet him?�
Lavender pulled a face at Hermione, confident that the Headmaster couldn�t see it, behind her as he was. Hermione knew it was meant to convey regret that her diversion hadn�t worked, and sympathy that she was still stuck with Draco. However, when they turned obediently to exit the ballroom and follow Dumbledore�s directions, Draco was wearing an reluctantly admiring grin.
�You know,� he muttered as they trailed across the almost deserted lobby, �I don�t think I ever gave the old man credit for quite how sneaky he actually is before.�
�What?� Hermione asked, still confused from the sudden arrest of her hormones, and the flurry of activity which had followed.
�Don�t you see how sly that was?� Draco asked. �You reckon he knows - there�s your proof!� Hermione looked even more confused. �He�s just given us the perfect opportunity to be alone, and at the same time, more or less announced to the school gossip that we have to disappear together to run him an errand. If anyone even notices we�re both missing, she�ll be more than happy to tell them how the poor, overworked, put-upon Head Girl had to run off and do the Headmaster�s dirty work with that nasty, mean Slytherin Head Boy. I�ve really underestimated him!�
Hermione, of course, worried about these conclusions. �But do you think -� she puffed when Draco speeded up as he neared the archway which led to the corridor of administrative offices for the Hotel. He grabbed her hand as they passed into the dimly lit hallway, and muttered harshly, �No - I�m not thinking clearly at all right now!� before swinging her around and slamming her hard against the wall with the full length of his body and bringing his mouth down on hers, his tongue sliding between her slightly parted lips and playing with her own until she was whimpering in her throat and rubbing herself against the rigid length of his erection, pressed hot and hard against her stomach.
Hermione�s fingers clutched at his hair, holding him to her; in truth she too had been waiting for this all night. All the shared dances with the other students and teachers had only seemed like so much wasted time when where she really wanted to be was here with him. His actions at the dinner table had only served to arouse her, and she had been left in a state of simmering lust for most of the evening. Brief occasional glances of him across the space of the dance floor had done little to allow the desire to recede.
She kissed him urgently, but although she wanted this desperately, one part of her brain retained enough sense to know how dangerous it was to be doing this out in the open, where anyone could catch them.
When Draco finally drew away to breathe and buried his face into her neck, panting, she managed to gasp out. �Draco - we can�t - what if somebody comes��
�They won�t,� he mumbled into her skin, his breath hot and sensuous. �Not anyone from Hogwarts anyway; these corridors have disillusionment charms on them to keep the guests away from the administrative areas.� He licked a path up to her ear, and she shivered, struggling to maintain a hold on her thoughts.
�H - how do you know that,� she gasped, trying to remain focused as he began edging her robes up so that he could stroke her leg through the long slit at the side.
�The porter who brought us here that first day explained it,� Draco whispered, sucking gently on her neck, not quite hard enough to make a mark, but sufficient to make her legs weak. �That�s why we had to be brought here, a member of staff had to lead us past the charms or they would have affected us too. Weren�t you listening?�
Hermione was barely listening now, entirely too caught up in what he was doing to her, but the sudden closing of a door further down the corridor brought her to her senses and she finally gathered her wits enough to wriggle away from the seductive devil.
�We have to get Pringle,� she said in a shaky but firm voice, brushing her robes down and trying to make herself look less ravished.
Draco grunted, and ran his hands through his hair in his own attempt to smooth back the curls which had been disturbed by her questing fingers. �Okay,� he mumbled, �But I want to get the first coach back from this damned place. You don�t know what it�s been doing to me all night, seeing you in that dress, dancing with everyone but me.�
Hermione took a couple of step towards Pringle�s office, and from the safety of this distance, replied slyly. �Oh, I think I might - if it�s anything like what watching you has done to me!�

She knocked firmly on Pringle�s door before Draco had the opportunity to respond, and they heard the manager�s voice call them in. �Later, witch!� Draco muttered, fondling her behind surreptitiously as they entered the office.
Dilman Pringle was seated at his desk surrounded by parchments; a dictoquill was rapidly taking notes and his hologram of the Ballroom hovered over the left hand side of his desk. He looked up at them curiously as they walked in. �Miss Granger, Mr Malfoy,� he greeted. �What brings you here? I would have thought your little soirée was in full swing right now. Shouldn�t you be there playing host to the other guests?�
Hermione and Draco exchanged glances. �Actually, Mr Pringle, Professor Dumbledore sent us to ask you if you would join us in the Ballroom for a short while. I think he would like to speak to you personally, and we are the only people who have been led though the charms on the staff areas,� Draco said politely, as if he had never yelled at the man just a couple of hours previously.
Pringle regarded them through narrowed eyes, and seemed to make a decision. He waved his wand briefly, and all the parchments on his desk rolled themselves up and his model of the Ballroom evaporated into mist.
�I am glad to see that you have finally consummated your volatile relationship. Perhaps now you will be able to concentrate on more important things.� He said thoughtfully, as his eyes swept over them; they stared horrified at him and then each other, and Pringle sighed in exasperation. �Or not,� he concluded irritably. �Oh for Merlin�s sake, I suggest you take a moment to compose yourselves and I will meet you shortly.� He swept out of his office muttering about hormones and disrespect.
�What did he mean by that?� Hermione squeaked out when they were alone. �Oh my God! If he only had to take one look at us and figure it out, what are all the others thinking?�
�Nothing, I expect,� Draco replied. �Pringle is hardly your average wizard, is he? I wouldn�t imagine there are many people in the Ballroom tonight who think on the same latitude that he does!�
�I suppose not,� Hermione conceded reluctantly. She looked around the office - since Pringle had exited the lights had automatically dimmed; they seemed to be charmed to his presence. �Do you think he expects us to wait here for him?�
Draco didn�t answer; he was to busy watching his witch in the new subdued lighting. All sorts of lascivious thoughts were manifesting themselves in his head, and despite the fact that they were guests in someone else�s office, he couldn�t resist the lure of his imagination. He had found out in the past week that it really aroused Hermione when he talked to her while they were making love, but so far he had confined himself to telling her how much he wanted her, how beautiful she was and praising her innocent explorations of his own body. All of a sudden he wondered if she would get equally turned on if he talked dirty to her.
Of course, immediately the idea occurred to him, he could feel himself getting harder than ever. Before he could over-think what he was about to do, he stepped up behind her and whispered in her ear, �Granger, I want to fuck you so bad right now, that I�m shaking with it!�
�What?� Hermione squeaked; her cheeks flared with colour at his crude words, but she couldn�t deny that they caused a wave of heat to gather between her legs. She shifted from one foot to the other trying not to press her thighs together too obviously, and took a step back from him. Draco merely prowled closer, his eyes hot and dark on hers. �Don�t - don�t say things like that here -� she gasped, trying to sound authoritative but failing; he was slowly but surely maneuvering her back against the wall.
�I want to take you now,� he muttered hotly in her ear as he pressed her back against the wall. �I want to fuck you hard against this wall, until the only thing keeping you upright is my cock in your pussy. I want your legs wrapped around me as you come, your nails scratching my back and you moaning my name as I fill your tight little hole up with my spunk.�
By the time the last word was out of his mouth he had her pressed against the wall, in a similar position to the one they had adopted in the corridor, but that was where the similarity ended, and Draco was happy to find that his guess about his little witch was spot on. Who would have ever expected the prim and proper Gryffindor Ice Princess had a kinky side?
The Head Girl was sagging against the wall her eyes glazed, her chest heaving to catch a breath, but her eyes were practically black with lust, and she was subconsciously rubbing her thighs together in a manner which made all the blood in Draco�s brain rush south. But the responsible side of Hermione was making a game effort to retain control of the situation.
��He told us to compose ourselves,� she squeaked, trying to sidestep Draco. �Not have a quickie on his desk!�
�I didn�t mention the desk, not this time - I want to do you against the wall, with both of us fully dressed, knowing that Pringle could come back any minute,� Draco grabbed her hand and brought it inside his robes, pressing her fingers hard against his aching cock. �I know I won�t be composed again until I get rid of this,� he whispered. �Hell, I can hardly move at the moment.� He rubbed their joined hands up and down causing a whimper to break from her lips. �Come on Granger - he practically gave us permission. Telling us he knew we�d been together, and then leaving us alone here. He all but spelt it out��
Hermione moaned. �He didn�t - he didn�t - that wasn�t what he meant�� she gasped. She knew there was something terribly wrong with his reasoning, but her mind was so fogged with the lust his words had conjured that she couldn�t quite grasp what it was. She knew that she shouldn�t be so turned on by his using such crude and graphic descriptions of what he wanted to do to her.
A week ago, she would have probably hexed him if he had spoken to her like this, would have assumed he meant it in the crudest, most insulting way possible. How much had changed in the space of seven short days! What a difference had been wrought in the simple interpretation of a string of mere words. She wanted it exactly the way he had described it to her; hard and fast and raw; in fact if he didn�t take her now she feared she might actually attack him.
Her hand had taken over the stroking of his shaft and his had moved away and was currently rubbing circles around her sensitive nipples through the velvet of her robes. She ripped at the fastening of his dress trousers, until she managed to release his penis so that it stood up hard and hot and slick between them. He had to grab her hand and still the movement of her fingers lest he loose it right there.
He grabbed handfuls of the green robes and bunched it up around her waist, allowing his fingers to stroke over her buttocks, �Are you wearing one of those thong things again?� he asked hoarsely and she grunted even while he discovered the answer for himself. �I�m going to rip it off you and carry it in my pocket for the rest of the night!� He whispered, suiting action to the words. Hermione whimpered as the fabric scraped across her already sensitive flesh, but she nearly came when he lifted the skimpy bit of red satin up and took a deep breath of the damp musky fabric.
The next moment he had his hands cupping her behind and he lifted her up from the floor guiding her legs around his waist and stretching her open so that he could slide her slowly and tormentingly down onto his swollen cock. He whimpered as her right hand slipped between their thrusting bodies and guided him home. It was the first time she had actively assisted in their joining and the touch of her fingers against his bursting penis at the point of their union drove him wild with lust. This was going to be over very quickly.
His own legs were shaking with the force of his gathering climax, and they were both sagging against the wall, as he thrust urgently into the furnace -like depths of her body. He could feel the muscles in her legs quivering as they clamped around his waist; she was panting disjointed words and groans into his ear, the muscles of her pussy spasming vice-like around his cock.
�Mina!� He gasped shuddering, he could feel it starting, feel his cum boiling up in his testicles, swelling and hardening them until they couldn�t contain the immense pressure any longer - he felt with a crystal clarity the very instant at which his seed exploded from his balls to shoot agonizingly hot and thick along the length of his straining cock until it released in a torrent into her clutching womb. �Coming - coming!� He couldn�t have stopped now even if Pringle himself and the whole population of the Ballroom had walked through the office door, with the Boy-Who-Lived himself in the lead.

�Yes!� she whimpered, nail digging into his back as she convulsed around him in absolute perfect unity, and stars exploded behind his eyes.
Hermione was the first to regain her senses, possibly because she was bearing the whole of Draco�s weight as he sagged limply against her, crushing her between his body and the wall, unable to stay upright on his trembling legs without support. She started to feel little discomforts, like the inability to breathe, and the stickiness of their combined release leaking out of her body. She unlocked her legs from his waist and struggled back onto her own feet, wincing as he slipped from her body and released an even greater flood of juices to trickle down the inside of her thighs.
�Oh, God,� she moaned, mortified. �I cannot believe we just did that. I did that! Here - in Pringle�s office! In the middle of the Social Evening!�
Draco leant limply against the wall beside her, waiting for his brain cells to repair themselves, post orgasm. �Fuck! That was fantastic,� he muttered. �I can hardly move. Who knew you were so kinky, Granger?�
Hermione smacked him hard on his left shoulder, causing his head to snap back against the wall, and clearing the remnants of the orgasmic high from his brain. �Ow! What did you do that for?� He complained.
�I am not. Don�t say things like that!� She hissed. �We have to get back to the Ballroom; if Pringle is already there, and we aren�t people will start wondering.� She slipped her wand from the concealed sheath along the side seam of her robes, and cast a quick Scourgify over herself and Draco, who had some suspicious sticky white stains around the fly of his very expensive trousers.
She looked around Pringle�s office and shuddered. Now that the fog of arousal had been satisfied she was horrified and embarrassed that she could have wantonly allowed - even encouraged - Draco to seduce her up against a wall in an almost total stranger�s private room. It seemed so disrespectful, that she could hardly begin to conceive of how she had allowed it to happen. Well, because she couldn�t resist the damned Slytherin, that was how! He just had to look at her that way and she was ready to let him do anything. Bugger it. He was probably right - she was kinky, and a lot of other things she had never imagined herself to be before the start of her 7^th year.
�Hey,� Draco caught her wrist as she turned to leave the room. �There�s nothing wrong with kinky,� he said seriously. �As long as it�s what we both want and we�re not hurting anyone else, and we respect each other�s boundaries. Believe me, I intend to do a lot more to you than just take you against a wall someplace where anyone could catch us. So you better get used to the idea, because I�m only just getting started.� He pulled her hand down to his still open trousers closing her fingers around his already semi-erect penis, and whispered, �You have to put your toys away when you�re finished playing with them, Hermione.�
By the time Hermione had struggled with the buttons on his fly and cursed wizarding tailors for refusing to adopt useful Muggle innovations like the zip, Draco was already nearly as hard as he had been before their interlude, and she herself just wanted to tell the rest of the guests to go hang themselves and rent a room for the night, so that she could just get right on with exploring her kinky side.

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01.23.05

Still moving on with the Social evening; it�s not quite over yet - in the next chapter we catch up with Pansy, and see what she�s been thinking recently.
Sorry things are moving so slowly right now, but for some reason time seems to be quite tight around here lately.
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