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Pansy's Volcano	By : Bluemidget57 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 206942 -:- Recommendations : 6 -:- Currently Reading : 8
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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
- 3
- 4
- 5
As ever, I don�t own; I merely borrow.
Chapter Four

Hermione slept badly that night; her mind could not stop worrying over the events of the day. First, her sudden awareness of Malfoy, and then that episode in the library with Ron. After the second kiss he had not pushed her any further, but had walked with her to the kitchens and waited while she negotiated with the house elves to get a plate sent to her rooms. He then took her hand firmly in his and walked her back to the Gryffindor common room, so that she could enter her bedroom through the private doorway. The common room had been fairly busy as they entered, and although he didn�t let go of her hand, he made no attempt to kiss her again, and only squeezed her fingers tightly before she exited to her private rooms.
She had collapsed on her bed, confused beyond belief. Ron knew her so well, he had instinctively known that any public display would have embarrassed her, but still managed to reassure her that he wanted this, and yesterday - this morning even - she would have been tingling with the possibilities that their burgeoning relationship could bring. But now all she felt was confusion. She had thought about another man, one whom she should never have noticed, and all of a sudden her whole life was upside down. And why? Why would she turn her life over for Draco Malfoy. It was beyond certain he would never look back.
As a consequence she was tired and drained when she awoke, and seeing that she had less than an hour to eat breakfast and get to her first class made her more irritable. She tugged her uniform on, and grabbed her book bag as she would not have time to return for it before class.
Giving the password she slipped though to the Gryffindor common room. The Great Hall was actually nearer to reach from her own rooms, but it was hard for her to break her old habits, and going to meals with Harry, Ron and Ginny was ingrained into her psyche. If there was no one she knew waiting for her to eat with them, she would slip back into her rooms and take the quicker route to breakfast.
However, she wasn�t ready to admit even to herself that she was nervous of running into Malfoy in their joint common room, and although she was almost equally unsure of whether she was ready to face up to Ron, at least he had the benefit of familiarity, even if this odd nervousness of him was something new for her.
At first glance the common room seemed to be empty, and she was on the verge of returning to her rooms when Ron uncurled himself from one of the armchairs. �Mione,� he said, and she took a deep calming breath. �Harry and Gin already went down. I reckoned I�d give you another fifteen minutes or so�.�
�Thanks, Ron,� she smiled at him. �I didn�t sleep too well last night - overslept this morning.�
�Me, either,� he agreed, gliding closer to her. �Of course, I had Harry and Dean to dig me up whether I was ready or not. I wonder if we were both thinking about the same thing?�

I doubt it, Hermione thought and found herself having to consciously avoid stepping back from him. She had never felt this nervous in his presence before in six whole years, and she was intelligent enough to realise it was her own guilt, real or perceived which was making her twitchy, so she forced her feet to stay still. This was what she had supposedly been waiting for the past six months, wasn�t it?
Up close Ron was suddenly overwhelming; he had been tall when they first met, but now at over 6 foot, he towered above Hermione with her petite frame. He reached his hand down to catch hers again and linked their fingers together.
�Good morning, Mione,� he whispered huskily as he bent down to kiss her again. Hermione shivered as his mouth found hers and he seemed to take this as an encouraging sign for he slipped an arm around her waist and drew her closer in an even more confident manner than the previous evening. This was a Ron she didn�t know, confident and assured, and ordinarily she would have loved it, but when he slipped his tongue inside her mouth and her eyelids drifted shut as she again allowed herself to kiss him back, the shocking image of blond hair and silver eyes dancing across the inside of her eyelids ruined the whole experience for her.
This, coupled with a sudden loud whispering, caused her to gasp and jump back as far from Ron as the circle of his arms would allow. Peering around his shoulder, she saw a trio of 2^nd year girls, obviously late for breakfast, giggling behind their hands as they sped down the stairs from their dormitory and across the room to the portrait hole.

Saved by the bell, Hermione thought shamefully as Ron gave her a hug and let her withdraw from him, but not fast enough that she could miss something hot and hard pressing against her stomach. Another gasp and her eyes uncontrollably dropped to his waistline before she could stop herself, even though she knew this would only encourage him, and she was right. He winked at her and pulled her close to him making no effort to close his school robes or hide his arousal.
�Come on, let�s eat,� he said hugging her to his side until they exited the common room when he let her go but kept hold of her hand tightly and took her book bag, slinging it over his shoulder.
He seemed quite content to think Hermione�s silence was due to the sudden increased intensity in their relationship, and Hermione wished it was that simple. There was no doubt she enjoyed kissing him; it gave her pleasant little tingles all over, but the constant presence of a certain Slytherin at the back of her mind, buzzing like an annoying gnat which you wanted so badly to swat, was preventing her from basking in what should have been the euphoria of a budding new romance and Hermione hated him more than ever because he was ruining this for her. Without even trying to.
Ron kept up a casual conversation all the way to the Great Hall, which didn�t seem to require her participation beyond a mumble every now and then. He held the door open for her and then placed his hand in the hollow of her back as they made their way to join the rest of the Gryffindor students at their table. Hermione was not required to sit at the head of the table for breakfast, and she had hoped to slip inconspicuously into her usual seat, but with Ron so visibly claiming her, it was difficult. He had never carried her books before and the presence of his hand in so prominent a position screamed out possession, and the students of Hogwarts were nothing if not fanatically observant of Harry and his friends.
They had barely made their seats when whispers began along the length of the Gryffindor table. Hermione realized that the three 2^nd years were already sitting further down the table and had probably shared their juicy bit of gossip the moment they arrived. Harry and Ron exchanged a significant glance, and Ginny looked like she was on the verge of exploding with questions, but she and Harry remained quiet, and following their example no one else dared to broach the subject with them.
Hermione was uncomfortable all through the meal. She felt as if everyone in the Hall was staring at her, and her guilt rose and rose until she couldn�t resist searching him out one second longer. Her eyes rose from her plate where she had kept her gaze firmly set from the moment she sat down, and sought out the cause of all her turmoil, at the Slytherin table.
She was shocked to find him staring straight back at her, as if he had been waiting for her to look up, his silvery eyes seeming furious and intense, his beautiful (whoa - what?) features pulled into a fierce scowl. His eyes locked with hers and all of a sudden everyone else in the Hall faded away, and they were the only two people in the room, staring at each other, searching for answers. Hermione couldn�t look away, she felt like she had lost control of her gaze. For a moment she actually felt as if she was lifting out of her seat and moving towards the Slytherin table, but suddenly Ron leant over and whispered something in her ear, breaking their eye contact and her mind snapped back to reality.
What in Merlin�s name had just happened? Malfoy had never looked at her before. Certainly not without wearing his habitual sneer, or the purebloods are so superior smirk which she hated so much. Ron�s questioning look reminded her that he was awaiting an answer to his query and she realized that today was the beginning of her romance with Ron, and it was him she should be looking at all dreamy eyed. She nodded and smiled in response to him, and he looked so happy and shocked that she got a sinking feeling in her stomach and wondered just exactly what she had agreed to.

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Draco had not spent an entirely settled night either. He was satisfied with the result of his meeting with Blaise, but when he retired to his bed, he found sleep elusive. He resolutely refused to relieve his aching body for two reasons. Firstly; he absolutely would not admit that he was actually fantasizing about a bushy haired, know it all Gryffindor who had been a constant thorn in his side for 6 years, and that thoughts of her had kept him semi-hard for most of the previous day. Secondly; he didn�t want to provoke Pansy�s hex unnecessarily until he knew what it consisted of. He refused to even admit that the events immediately after his rejection of Pansy had actually happened.
He had finally slept after midnight, but had woken in the early dawn hours after

dreaming erotically color visions of the Head Girl, to find that his body had made its own decision, betrayed his mind, and created another mess in his bed, and he had been totally unable to return to sleep because all he could think of was the fact that she was laying fast asleep and blissfully unaware of his lustful desires only twenty feet away from him in the Head Girl dormitory. It took all his considerable control to stay put instead of giving in to his baser instincts and sneaking into her room to watch her sleep or maybe even waken her to recreate his dreams.
Consequently his mood was particularly foul this morning, and he watched the Gryffindor table fixedly to see when she came in. He knew she had missed dinner last night. Surely she wouldn�t miss two meals in a row? She was a sensible Gryffindor, and must know all about the importance of good diet? PotHead and the She Weasel were there alone, and involved in some animated conversation- probably about Quidditch - they were both on the Gryffindor team, but there was no sign of Granger.
Draco�s patience was wearing very thin, when a trio of the shorter variety of Gryffindors tumbled into the Great Hall and sat down, immediately beginning to whisper excitedly to the rest of their housemates. Before Draco�s suspicious eyes, the rumour whatever it was - and apparently it was very juicy - spread along the length of the table like a wildfire until it reached the 7^th years sitting at the top nearest the staff table.
These students, most of whom Draco knew to a greater or lesser extent due to their shared classes, all looked to be very pleased with the news. The She Weasel was positively beaming, and even Potty was grinning like a loon. Draco had no idea why all these Gryffindors looked so chuffed, and unaccountably he began to get a nervous feeling in his stomach; whatever it was he felt sure it would mean trouble for Slytherin, or most particularly himself.
In his experience, no good had ever come of happy and smiling Gryffindors - who were now all straining to look at the doors to the Great Hall, and why would that be? Only Granger was missing - or not? Where was that other red headed Weasel? Draco�s uncomfortable feeling suddenly bloomed into an actual worry, as certain implications began to manifest themselves in his imagination.
And as if to mock him, the doors swung open just then and in stepped Granger accompanied by the Weasel King, who was carrying her book bag and touching her possessively near the waist as they made their way to join his sister and scarhead at the end of the table. They sat down opposite Harry and Ginny, directly facing the Slytherin table. Draco stared at Granger whilst Harry and Ron were grinning wildly at each other across the table and the youngest Weasley was bouncing excitedly in her seat. Granger sat beside the Weasel looking slightly shocked and a little uncomfortable and concentrated on her food as if all the answers to the universe were to be found on her plate.
Draco suddenly comprehended what had happened, and a cold dark feeling began to spiral around his insides. Sometime in the past twenty four hours, in that very time span in which he had actually seen Granger for what seemed the very first time, she had become part of a couple with Ronald Weasley.

Draco had known, along with the rest of the school, that Weasley had been carrying a torch for Granger since their second year, but she had seemed so oblivious to it, and to the opposite sex in general, preferring her book and studies, that most of the students had given up on anything ever transpiring between them. And she had picked now - now of all times - to open her eyes and notice him?
Weasley�s body language had changed overnight. His usual uncoordinated shuffle, and casual scruffiness were gone as he sat beside her watching her every move and taking every opportunity to touch her; a brush of her hand, a nudge of her shoulder, a lean towards her ear; his whole attitude shouted Mine; Hands Off, whilst Hermione herself looked dazed but accepting enough.
Draco wanted to hurt someone. He wanted to hurt Ron. He wanted to tear things apart with his bare hands, and throw hexes across the room. He could feel the violence burning inside him and had to sit on his hands to prevent sparks from flying from his fingertips. Denial was apparently not working for Draco. He had never felt anything like this before in his life, but he dimly thought it might be jealousy. He didn�t notice the concerned looks that were being cast his way by Dumbledore and his own head of House, Professor Snape.
As if she could feel his eyes watching her, all of a sudden Hermione �s head shot up from her contemplation of her meal and she looked directly at him as if compelled to do so, and Draco was conscious of the whole world dropping away until all he could see was her. He felt the sudden shocking connection between them like it was a physical touch, and his disobedient body responded instantly. He was actually standing from his seat when Weasley leant over to Hermione saying something to her and breaking their connection.
Draco subsided back into his seat and the noise of the room swam back into focus. Students were leaving noisily as class started very soon, and Draco allowed Greg to prod him into movement towards the first class of the day which was a now mandatory course for purebloods, in Muggle Studies. Thankfully shared with Ravenclaw, and he found his palms were sweating as he picked up his books and walked after Greg.
He was unaware of three sets of eyes following his progress out of the room.

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