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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
- 39
- 40
- 41
Forty

This was supposed to have been the best year of her life; this was the year she had finally intended to catch Draco Malfoy. She had planned it out in minute detail, spent the whole summer poring over dusty old books on sex magic and subconscious attractants, and still she was failing.
She sat at her table - oh, not the one she had been assigned to - sulking and looking for a scapegoat to vent her frustrations on. Draco was nowhere to be seen, sent to run an errand with that foul Gryffindor by the Headmaster, according to the Brown girl. Pansy had no argument with Lavender Brown; her blood was old, and if not for the misfortune of her House, Pansy might have considered her as a candidate for her own entourage.
7^th year had so far turned out to be the complete opposite of what Pansy had been hoping for. Draco was further away than ever; except for one promising episode soon after the beginning of term, he had been positively glacial with her. Instead of giving her the password to his single room so that they could have some serious private time - something Pansy had been looking forward to since she found out he had been appointed Head Boy - she was fairly sure he had in fact actually added wards around the doors which were designed to repel her specifically.
Although Draco and the Mudblood didn�t conduct counseling or prefect meetings in the Head Student suite as some of their predecessors (the ones who presumably were on better terms with each other) had, Pansy still knew her way to the study and had received a very nasty burn as a result of trying to knock on the door shortly after that occasion in the potions corridor when Draco had almost allowed her to suck him off. Casual prying revealed that although no one else had gained admittance to the rooms, neither had they received such physical manifestations of their rejection.
Pansy�s sheer desperation had been such that she had even lowered herself to ask for help from the last person she ever wanted anything to do with; Hermione Granger, the Gryffindor Head Girl. And for that to have ended as it had, with Granger blowing her off, and actually daring to pity her - to give her advice on how to catch a man! - was beyond intolerable in Pansy�s eyes. Granger was going to suffer for that, in ways she could barely conceive of. But first she had to deal with the fall-out over her aborted attempt to spy on Draco�s sex-life.
She had seriously miscalculated the degree of support that she would receive within Slytherin House for her claim to Draco Malfoy. While in the depths of her subconscious she might admit to herself that the effect her alarm had produced may have been slightly (okay - phenomenally) more volatile than she had anticipated, was it really a valid reason for her to become the focus of ribald jokes, the object of nervous glances and the subject of secretive giggling which always stopped the moment she moved within earshot?
The girls who had always looked up to her before the debacle last Saturday had started sending her pitying glances, and there were whispering cliques in every corner of the common room. The boys kept whistling at her and making crude gestures with their fingers. However, there was still enough Slytherin solidarity that word of the aborted hex had not reached the ears of the other Houses. Pansy might be a social pariah in her own House, but the Slytherins had closed in around their own and kept their dirty linen private.
Pansy tried to maintain her dignity and behave as if nothing had happened, but underlying all the shame and embarrassment at having so publicly failed in what she set out to do, was the even deeper pain of knowing that Draco wanted another witch - someone who wasn�t her. For despite all the extraneous benefits that she would have enjoyed as Malfoy�s consort, the fact remained as she had told Granger back at the beginning of term when desperation had driven her to ask the Gryffindor for help, that Pansy did love Malfoy as much as she was capable of loving anyone; now she was hurt and humiliated and backed into a corner. A very dangerous place to put a vindictive witch.
Even worse in Pansy�s eyes at the opposite end of the week from Hell, was the fact that no one seemed to have any better idea now than on the night of the eruption who the girl with Draco had been. It was almost inconceivable that in a sequestered space like the castle no one, not one single individual had any inkling of just whom Draco had fucked into the Hogwarts record books last Saturday night.
Even Mary and Millie who had been her constant support and solace for the first part of the week, had soon tired of listening to her speculate on the identity of the witch in question. Pansy was quite sure she had considered and rejected as a possibility, every female over the age of fourteen in the school, and even some of the more developed younger girls, although she knew Draco�s fastidiousness well enough to realise that he would never entertain the thought of taking a girl that young.
The one single person whom Pansy thought might be in possession of an accurate guess was Blaise Zabini, but she knew there was no use in asking him to share his suspicions unless she had something to offer in exchange. She had been having a bit of fun with Zabini whilst waiting for Draco to fall in line, and she realised belatedly that this was another huge mistake on her behalf. Zabini was too cunning and wily to be romancing her solely for the pleasure of her company, and if Draco found out it would seem like she had lost interest in him; why had it taken her so long to work this out? Oh, yes! Because she was smarting from Draco�s lack of interest, and the flattering attention of a very handsome and sophisticated wizard had been a balm to her bruised ego. Look at me, I have Zabini tied around my little finger. Not!
Blaise definitely had some ulterior motive in playing with her; she would have to wait and see if he was acting independently or if his sudden interest in her was tied in to some scheme of Draco�s.
And tonight another problem had raised it�s head. One she hadn�t paused to consider before. The fact that Professor Snape might have found out what had happened that night. The Head of Slytherin had always been possessed of an uncanny ability to appear in the common room just when things might have been on the verge of getting out of hand. He hadn�t materialized the night her alarm went off, but it was too much to have hoped that he didn�t know about it by now.
Draco�s decision to sit Pansy next to Professor Snape (and Pansy was quite sure this had been Draco�s doing), had obviously been a punishment for her presumption. She assumed he was hoping that Snape would ream her out for her intrusion, and totally ruin the night for her. She could only be grateful that he had no idea quite how effective a punishment it had actually been.
The one single event which had produced even more embarrassment to Pansy than the eruption of her volcano last week, had been the occasion at the end of 5^th year when she had tried to proposition Professor Snape in return for better marks. Only the fact that there had been no witnesses to that event, made it bearable for Pansy to return to school in her 6^th year. Otherwise she might have asked to transfer to Beauxbatons, future Mrs Draco Malfoy or not.
She hadn�t dared look Professor Snape in the eye once from that day to this, and to find herself seated at his left hand had almost - almost, mind - driven from her head the awful knowledge of Draco�s new lover. How she had survived the meal, she would never know. Her stomach had been in revolt, and her bowels rumbling nervously throughout the whole of dinner had resulted in two rushed trips to the bathroom, accompanied by knowing smirks from the Potions Master.
She had refused invitations to dance from both Greg and Vince earlier this evening; they were yet another part of her problem - if Draco hadn�t spent so much time on the pair of them in the past three years, she might have been able to create a better toehold in his life than she had. She glared at them venomously as they asked, and they had seemed extremely grateful to scuttle off and find alternative partners.
It didn�t help in any way to realise that obedient to the spirit of the evening, they were both now stumbling around the room with partners from other Houses; Greg with Lisa Turpin from Ravenclaw, and Vince with a befuddled-looking Lavender Brown. How could it be that Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle had managed to find girls to dance with them whilst she, Pansy Parkinson, was huddled alone in a dark corner, unwanted and overlooked.
Even Blaise had abandoned her tonight; although she was hardly obsessing over his whereabouts when she had Snape and Draco to worry about. She had managed to see him twirl past on separate occasions with Professor McGonagall, that weird young witch with purple hair from the ministry, a Hufflepuff, a couple of Ravenclaws, and even once that piece of filth, Hermione Granger, the Head Girl herself - although, and Pansy thought this deliberate - he had kept to the very far side of the dance floor from where she sat stewing when he had been dancing with her!

Mary and Millie had tried talking to her shortly after the meal ended and she had retreated to this secluded table, but soon gave up trying to get her to join in the dancing, leaving with alacrity when invited to dance by two boys Pansy didn�t even try to recognise.
Suddenly feeling as if she was being watched, Pansy looked up from her examination of the tablecloth and found herself to be held under the speculative glance of the Headmaster. Oh, Merlin, don�t let him ask me to dance! She thought in dismay. She had of course watched him take the floor with the Mudblood earlier, and with one or two other students, but surely he would never invite her! One could not refuse Professor Dumbledore.
She was reprieved from ever knowing if that had been his intention (if one could call the sight which met her eyes a reprieve) by a sudden commotion at the main doors to the Ballroom. Grateful for the opportunity to break eye contact with the Headmaster, she turned quickly to see what the disturbance was, and almost immediately wished she had been subjected to the dance with Dumbledore.
Draco had returned to the Ballroom; he was disheveled and looked irritated. Granger accompanied him, looking equally put-out, and Pansy concluded another argument had occurred out of sight of the ever-watchful eye of the Headmaster who seemed determined to make a success of his incomprehensible selection for this year�s peer leaders. She wondered hopefully if their disturbed appearance meant that physical violence had occurred - or even better, hexing?
Walking in between the Head Students, an arm linked with each of them, was the most flamboyant individual Pansy had ever seen. Everything about him screamed Look at me! and even Pansy found it hard to ignore him in favour of staring at Draco.
It was the Headmaster who finally drew her eyes away from the visitor. He clapped his hands together and momentarily the conversation and music hushed in the room, whilst all eyes turned to Dumbledore as he made his way towards the entering trio.
�Ladies and Gentlemen, students and honored guests,� he began, barely raising his voice but commanding everyone�s attention. �I would just like to take a moment to introduce to you Mr Dilman Pringle, function coordinator for the Felton Arms Hotel. Without his expert guidance and assistance I am sure our Head Students would have had a much tougher time of making this event as enjoyable and successful as it has been.�
A small smattering of applause rippled around the room, until Granger firmly clapped her hands together and the rest of the guests joined in. Pringle bowed low to the floor, sweeping his purple cloak out dramatically behind him. Dumbledore continued jovially, �Yes, a splendid night, I think. Please also favour your Head Boy and Girl with a round of applause; Draco - Hermione, a bow, too if you please.�
Pansy swallowed back on her bile and turned away, unable to bear the sight of Draco and that ugly Mudblood sharing the same breathing space. Unfortunately, this brought her face to face with the one person she wanted to see least of all tonight; Professor Snape.
�Miss Parkinson,� he said in his oiliest tone. �It appears we have the matter of a large disturbance in the Slytherin commons to address. My intelligence tells me that you are the author of this disturbance; of course, I would hate to spoil the last week of Christmas term, so I think - detention, in my office to be served the first day back of next term. Shall we say 8.00pm? I�ll see you there, Miss Parkinson.�
He was gone as silently as he had approached, leaving Pansy quaking in her shoes, her already ruined Christmas now in tatters around her feet with this new problem to haunt her for the whole of the break.

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After restoring their appearance, Draco and Hermione decided not to wait for Pringle in his office. Hermione was too embarrassed; she felt he would be able to immediately tell what they had done, especially in light of his previous assessment of the state of their relationship.
�Please let�s wait for him in the lobby,� she entreated Draco as she backed towards the door, and he decided he had pushed his little witch as far as was wise for one night. Hermione had shown no particular tendency to spare him the sharp edge of her tongue despite the many other uses he had shown her for it. She had whacked him more times since she allowed him into her bed than in the previous six years put together. His little Lioness had quite the violent side to her, he had found - although he was quite sure she would classify them as �love taps� or some such euphemism. He supposed he should have suspected as much - had he not after all been at the wrong end of her temper in 3^rd year? The Head Girl was as bossy and organizing in her private life as her academics. What an excellent thing then that he found it such an enormous turn on.
He acceded to her request, and after casting a last glance around Pringle�s office to ensure there were no obvious traces of their activities, he followed her back towards the lobby admiring the sway of her bum moulded by the drape of the velvet robes.
To Hermione�s disconcertion, they found Dilman Pringle leaning against the reception desk talking to the witch on duty as they exited from the staff corridor. He straightened up as he saw them and his face scrunched up into an offended frown.
Hermione fought to keep a flush from her face, immediately convinced that he knew just exactly how they had abused his hospitality. What was it about Draco bloody Malfoy that made her turn her back on common sense and loose all sight of propriety? She was still agonizing about her own culpability when Pringle sighed and approached them.
�Dismal,� he said, shaking his head as he looked them up and down. He produced his mauve wand from somewhere amidst his robes and flicked it at them a couple of times before nodding in satisfaction at his own endeavors. Hermione thought irritably that he might be the only person she had ever met with an even bigger ego than Malfoy�s own.
�That�s better,� Pringle concluded as he tucked his wand away. �At least now everyone won�t be able to tell what you�ve been up to. You really should try to perfect your restoration charms if you intend to indulge in illicit assignations in semi-public places.�
Draco scowled angrily and looked on the verge of hexing the older wizard; his hand automatically reached for his wand, but Hermione who was by now beyond mortified at the knowledge that they had been caught, grabbed at his arm and pleaded with her eyes for him to leave it alone.
�Now, let�s go and get this meet and greet over with, shall we?� Pringle continued blithely, seemingly unconcerned or unaware that he had simultaneously embarrassed and enraged his companions. He stepped between Hermione and Draco, effectively disengaging Hermione�s grip, and then proceeded to wrap one of his own arms around each of theirs as he propelled them towards the doors to the Ballroom.
Across the expanse of Pringle�s purple-clad chest, Hermione could see that Draco looked extremely irritated; he was blatantly unaccustomed to being treated like a recalcitrant schoolboy by people in the service industry, and Pringle�s complete and utter disregard for his name and opinion was obviously something he had never encountered before.
If she hadn�t been so ashamed of her own behaviour in Pringle�s office, she might have been forced to find it funny. As it was she was too flustered by memories of her complicity to fully appreciate the irony of Draco Malfoy being put in his place by an (in his own words) cream puff of a wizard.
The doors to the Ballroom swung open dramatically before them, leading Hermione to suppose that Pringle had some kind of enchantment on them to respond to his proximity, and Pringle swept them into the room on his robe-tails, leaving no time for protest or preparation.
It was a testament to Pringle�s flamboyant personality that most activity in the Ballroom had ceased even before Professor Dumbledore clapped his hands and introduced the man. Tying to get a grip on her embarrassment, Hermione was happy to focus on encouraging the desultory applause from the gathered crowd, and began clapping enthusiastically, whilst pinning a large (and painful) smile onto her face.
Dumbledore approached them, beaming and twinkling, taking Pringle�s hand within both of his and shaking it forcefully. �Please, come and sit a while,� he entreated the younger wizard and drew him away to one of the closer tables. He beckoned to Hermione and Draco to follow them, and although Hermione would have rather been anywhere than at a table with someone who could so easily let their secret slip, a direct instruction from the Headmaster could not be ignored. Maybe it was actually a good thing; at least she could monitor what Pringle was saying to Professor Dumbledore.
She and Draco took seats on opposite sides of the table; it seemed as though Draco was equally keen to draw Pringle�s attention away from the state of their composure. Shortly after Professor McGonagall joined them and had to be introduced to Pringle; it was whilst Draco, Pringle and the Headmaster politely stood to welcome her to the table, that Hermione felt a tingle in the back of her neck as though someone was glaring at her.
She rolled her shoulders and stretched her neck to rid herself of the strange tingling, then allowed her eyes to roam surreptitiously around the room trying to find the perpetrator. Pansy was her immediate suspect, and she searched for the frothy pink thing which Pansy was wearing; she was the only girl who had chosen such a vivid colour tonight, so she was fairly easy to spot. Instead of staring daggers at Hermione, however, she seemed to be chewing hard on her fingernails, and her expression could only be classed as nauseous. Her complexion was a nasty unbecoming shade of green which clashed horribly with the bubble-gum pink of her robes. Hermione looked in sudden admiration at Draco, who was politely if boredly listening to something McGonagall was saying, and totally oblivious of Pansy Parkinson. Obviously Draco knew his housemate very well, for his choice of punishment seemed to have worked like a charm.
But if Pansy was not staring daggers at her then who else had caused that prickling feeling to run along her spine? She searched the rest of the room, but no one seemed to be paying her any particular attention. Many of the students were indeed casting fascinated glances at their table, but they were focused on the larger-than-life presence of one Dilman Pringle, and not the familiar mousy figure of their Head Girl. After spending a fruitless five minutes wondering if she was just imagining things, Hermione gave up the search and returned her attention to the adults to discover that they were discussing politics and Fudge�s stance on Azkaban.
Draco was sitting very quietly and Hermione got the impression that he was trying to blend into the woodwork, so that they would continue the discussion without remembering that their audience comprised the son of an incarcerated Death Eater, and a witch of Muggle parentage. Hermione wondered what Draco imagined he could learn from Albus Dumbledore and a flamboyant wizard in the catering business; it wasn�t as if he had any knowledge of Dumbledore�s position in the Order, nor her own association with it, come to that.
Still, and she supposed that Snape would confirm this, you had to take your information from any source you could get it. The trick was to sift through it and find the gold amongst the dross. Draco probably knew as much about Azkaban as the next person; more actually, since she was the next person. He had after all, visited his father there; this was most likely an uncomfortable conversation for him given the circumstances and she wondered why Dumbledore would have continued it - he was usually particularly sensitive to his students problems.
She was interrupted from her reverie by the Headmaster exclaiming suddenly, �My goodness, is that the time?� He stood decisively and thanked Pringle again. �A wonderful, wonderful evening, but we must start sending the carriages back to the school. I can�t believe it�s nearly midnight!�
As if on his cue, the band faded the last notes of their current song into silence, and the lead singer called out, �Thank you all for being such a wonderful audience. Goodnight to you, and please remember to come back to the Felton Arms for your private parties and special occasions!�
There was a chorus of complaints from the guests, and as she readied herself for the final duties of the evening, Hermione cast her eyes across the gathered people and found to her pleasant surprise that most of her peers were in the company of students from other houses. Ron was talking with some Ravenclaw girls and Harry was sandwiched between Susan and Hannah; Hermione thought that if maybe she had looked a moment earlier she might have been witness to some dancing he really wouldn�t want her to share with Ginny.
Crabbe and Goyle, Draco�s erstwhile companions were sitting with Neville who looked terrified but unable to escape as Parvati, currently seated on his lap, was holding a very intense conversation with the two Slytherin boys.
On the whole, Hermione realised, it had been a tremendously successful evening, barring her own indiscretion in Pringle�s office. She devoutly hoped that the momentum which had started tonight could be maintained. Next Saturday, most of the students would be leaving for the Christmas Holidays; she could only pray that any progress achieved tonight was not decimated by two weeks exposure to family, tradition and upbringing.
Finishing up their obligations for the evening, was to ensure the safe boarding of students returning to Hogwarts into their carriages. Despite Draco�s desire to take the first carriage back, they had both known this was not a possibility; that they would in fact be taking the last coach instead, only able to leave when they were sure everyone else had gotten away safely.
As they persuaded the last stragglers into their coach, Tonks came up behind them and grinned at them both. �We hardly spoke two words tonight, cuz!� She said cheerfully, and Hermione marveled that two such entirely different people could have sprung from the same family tree. �How you bearing up there, Hermione?� She added with a wink that made Hermione step back nervously. �You did a good job tonight. It was fun.�
Draco pursed his lips. �Yes, what a pity you had to spend the evening with Professor Snape though, and not your loving family,� he said evilly.
�Well, all isn�t lost,� Tonks replied breezily. �I might just come up to the castle and see you tomorrow instead, have lunch with my dear cousin. �Night!� She flicked her magenta hair and stomped off towards the main staircase of the Hotel, barely missing a solid marble coffee table in the middle of the lobby seating area.
Fulfilling their last duty, Hermione and Draco inspected the Ballroom for lost property, and accompanied by a box filled with shawls, two evening bags a pair of shoes and some odd coins and earrings, they climbed wearily into the last carriage.
Hermione was asleep before they were halfway back, head resting on Draco�s shoulder as he watched the night sky out of the uncovered window and stroked her hair with his free hand.
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Many apologies for the lateness of this offering, also it is not edited and picked over as much as usual because I wanted to get it up before another week had gone by. I only really get to finish up at weekends when my kids go to their father.
Unfortunately snow and digging and leaky plumbing and new floors have had to take priority recently. Prospects don�t look too fast for the next chapter either, as I have to fit a visit home in there, too. But I believe that there will be an answer to a question which has been on some people�s minds in Ch 41. For those of you speculating about the identity of Snape�s lady friend; you will find this out the same day that Snape finds out about Hermione & Draco, but that won�t be until after their Christmas.
Last, but certainly not least, I would like to take this opportunity to thank whoever nominated this story for the Dangerous Liaisons awards. This has never happened to me before, and I don�t know what the procedure is, but Thanks you Guys I am so flattered. Of course, since I am up against the likes of Pixiezombie, Inell, Em North and Slytherinlinzi I don�t imagine I will get much further, but it feels really great to be nominated!
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