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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
- 43
- 44
- 45
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44

The days leading up to the end of term seemed to rush past on wings. Draco learned from Blaise that Pansy had been given a detention by Professor Snape, which would occur the Monday after school resumed. Draco frowned slightly at this information; it didn�t seem to him that detention was a sufficiently harsh punishment for the transgression that Pansy had perpetrated, but Severus Snape was a cunning and inventive wizard, so he tried to reserve judgment until after the event. Hopefully, waiting three weeks to find out what their Head of House had in mind for her would prey on her nerves for the entirety of her holiday, and that was probably why Snape had chosen such a distant date in the first place.
Pansy was not looking well at all, Draco thought at dinner on Thursday night. She had lost weight and was clearly not sleeping properly, if the dark shadows under her eyes were anything to go by; her previously glossy hair was hanging limply, and she was studiously avoiding eye contact with most of the people in the Great Hall. Unfortunately, having considered herself to be so high in the pecking order in Slytherin, made her fall from grace just seem so much further.
Mary and Millie were still trying to support her emotionally, but even with their most concentrated efforts, it was hard to ignore the fact that most of the girls in the school were not-so-secretly talking about the very public way in which she had discovered Draco�s �infidelity�. He really didn�t think they even cared who he had been with; their pleasure came from the humiliation of someone who had spent the previous six years assuming that she was better than even the majority of her peers in her own house.
By Wednesday it seemed that the whole school knew how Pansy had learnt of Draco�s new lover; he wasn�t sure how it had happened, especially since the first week after the eruption had passed in relative secrecy, but it was certainly out there now. Draco supposed that someone could have overheard Snape and Pansy talking at the Social Evening, and deduced something from that conversation, but he was personally more inclined to attribute the spreading of gossip to the youngest Weasley.
She had been one of the original conspirators on that afternoon back in September; and knowing now that she had also been aware of his and Hermione�s relationship from the very start of it, he had begun to believe that she might have let slip a rumour of her own to strike out at Pansy. Merlin knew the Slytherin girl had created a wide range of enemies for herself with her superior attitude and arrogant behaviour. He also suspected the Weaselette might be the author of this leak because of the absolute and total lack of any information regarding the witch involved.
Only someone protecting an identity could be so accurate and yet so ambiguous. Although Ginny had not known the actual form of Pansy�s hex, her information did contain sufficient detail that some unsuspecting Slytherin had probably unwittingly filled in the blanks about the volcano, and Presto! The secret was out. Actually he rather admired the little red head for her diligence. If nothing else, it seemed to have finally convinced Pansy that she had absolutely no hope of becoming the next Mrs. Malfoy.
Dinner seemed to be interminably long; Draco had already packed the belongings he intended to take with him to Malfoy Manor. His plans for this last evening with Hermione included a lot more shagging and a lot less packing. The last meal before Christmas always seemed to take hours; Draco had never minded this before - everyone, himself included in prior years - seemed to take this opportunity to make extended farewells to their friends and swap stories of how they were intending to spend their holidays rather than leave the Great Hall and return to their common rooms.
Finally, people began drifting away from the house tables, but Hermione�s entourage kept finding new ways to hold her back. Every time she made as if to stand, either PotHead or the Weasel would pull her back down to her seat and start a new round of conversation with her, and she was far too obliging to simply walk out on them. Eventually she managed to laughingly pull herself away from them, and after giving them both tight hugs as they stood to let her leave, she accepted the chaste kisses they both bestowed on her cheeks. Draco fumed.
He was just about to leap to his feet and follow her when a restraining hand on his arm tugged him back into his seat. He swung on his accoster ready to ream him out, and found Blaise Zabini studying him with a thoughtful expression on his face. �You want to be careful of that temper, Malfoy,� he said calmly. �If you want this thing to remain a secret anyway.�
Draco glared at the other boy, but mindful that all the other Slytherin had were suspicions and not facts he hissed, �What thing, Zabini? I think you�ve been spying too long and too much - you�re beginning to see plots where nothing exists.� He shook Blaise�s hand off and left the Great Hall, now a conveniently unremarkable time after the Head Girl, although he refused to thank Zabini for that fact.
Hermione was gathering the last of her belongings into her trunk; it was Thursday evening and tomorrow morning she would be departing on the train with the majority of the other students, to spend her very last Christmas as a �child� at home with her parents.
She had very mixed feelings about leaving the Castle now, at this exact moment in time. This thing that had started with Malfoy was still far too new and surreal for her to feel comfortable with either expressing that she would miss him, or asking whether she would see him over the holiday. Would he even want to see her? She was far too aware of the opinion his family had of people with her origins; it was likely that the whole of his Christmas holidays would be spent would be spent listening to vitriolic rhetoric against Muggles and Muggle-borns.
Would he change his mind while he was away? Should she buy him a gift? She hadn�t done so yet - what did you get the boy who could afford anything? Would the separation be the best thing to get her thoughts and emotions in order, or would it be the death knell to whatever burgeoning relationship they were creating here?
And on top of that there was Tony Goldstein, hanging around, being considerate - asking her if he could owl her over the holidays. Hermione was unused to the attentions of one wizard, let alone two, and she had no idea what to do about Tony. He had not yet made any overt sign that he had a romantic interest in her; every word spoken between them had been casual and innocent of innuendo, but Hermione was unable to dismiss the opinions of two people who she knew to be perceptive and discerning.
If both Ginny and Draco thought he was interested in her, then he probably was, and consequently she felt uncomfortable and awkward in his company, an unfortunate condition which she knew could easily be interpreted by him as the nervous shyness of someone who returned his interest. Which she did not. He was a nice looking boy, tall and muscular - he didn�t play Quidditch and seemed to have a broad conversational range which rarely turned to sport - something that in the past might have been a very attractive quality to Hermione�s mind in a boyfriend. Of course that was before Draco Malfoy and his damned uniform and his damned arse. But, digressing - Tony had fine wavy dark hair and kind hazel eyes, he had never once maligned Muggle-borns or the less fortunate; he wasn�t arrogant, prejudiced and devious - he probably should have made Head Boy - probably would have if Dumbledore hadn�t been tweaking inter-house unity.
In short, he was the ideal match for one Hermione Granger, everything that Draco Malfoy was not, and yet she knew that all the damned Slytherin had to do was run his finger down her arm and she would be ready for him. The sad fact was that she simply didn�t fancy Anthony Goldstein, whereas she got wet just thinking about Draco.
Rather like now in fact, when she should have been adding her books to her overflowing trunk, but instead was standing around daydreaming about blond hair and grey eyes, and getting herself uncomfortably turned on. Harry and Ron expected her to spend some time in Gryffindor tower before the evening was over - to say goodbye and Merry Christmas to everyone, but Draco had also been quite explicit in describing how he intended to spend their remaining night alone. And the way her body was reacting right now, she didn�t see a trip to Gryffindor in her future. She just wished Draco would hurry up and get here, so he could start showing her what he had planned.
Hermione had just turned the key in the last lock on her trunk and shrunk it down for easier transportation in the morning when Draco came through the door into the study. For a moment they simply stared at each other with a return of their awkwardness from the beginning of this affair, and then Draco grunted and tossing his clothes anywhere as he practically sprinted across the distance separating them, he muttered, �I just hope you�ve done all your packing, Granger because you�re mine now until 9.00 tomorrow morning.�
With that he picked her up and tossed her over his shoulder, causing her to squeal in shock and outrage as he carried her, objecting forcefully, into his room and dropped her on the bed. Draco was already practically undressed due to his rapid stripping after he entered the study, and Hermione laid before him in her jeans and Gryffindor sweatshirt which wouldn�t do at all.
He wiggled his fingers and her clothes were gone; after having - of all things - obliviated Ginny Weasley without his wand, Draco had given up trying to conceal from Hermione that he was capable of wandless magic. His little witch hadn�t brought the subject up since, but he knew her well enough by now to be sure that she was processing it through her formidable intellect, and that when she had reached some conclusions she would be certain to share them forcefully with him, no holds barred.
However, from the glazed look currently on her face he could tell that an analysis of how to persuade him that his unusual gifts might be useful to Professor Dumbledore and his band of merry do-gooders was the furthest thing from her mind. She whimpered as her eyes settled on the way his erection was tenting out the front of his shorts, and she fidgeted on the bed, pressing her legs together. Well that wouldn�t do, particularly since right between her legs was where he planned to be for the rest of the night.
Draco dropped on the end of the bed and crawled up towards her, his hands brushing sensuously up her thighs and spreading her wide open for him. She moaned his name bossily, and then gasped as he lowered his head to her hot, slick opening and sucked her into his mouth. Despite the number of times he had taken her this way, she always managed to seem shocked and unsure as to whether she should protest or indulge. Draco made sure to tell her how much he enjoyed it, and in spite of herself she was unable to deny that she enjoyed it, too.
�Delicious, Granger,� he whispered, his breath hot and moist against her inner thighs. �Do you know, I carry a pair of your knickers in my pocket just so I can breathe your scent whenever I need to?�
�Ew, Draco that�s gro - Oh God!� She gasped, losing track of why she was chastising him as he curled his tongue into a point and slipped it inside her body, making sure to caress his nose over her clit as he did so. Hermione�s thought processes faltered and sensation took over pushing her harder against the source of her pleasure. She curled her fists into the quilt and trembled under his touch. �Oh! Oh God, Draco - I can�t - I�m - I�m going to - Ohh!� With which she convulsed under his touch and Draco had to struggle to stay with her through the throes of her orgasm.
When she finally collapsed back onto the bed gasping for air, he looked up smugly at her. His Hermione was always an incredibly responsive lover, but he didn�t think he had ever seen her come that fast. She seemed to be particularly sensitive this evening, which was a very good thing considering how he intended to spend the rest of the night.

*****

Draco wasn�t sure exactly what had woken him and he lay still for a moment fighting the fog of sleep before reaching for Hermione. She wasn�t there, a circumstance which effectively alerted him. He sat up, wondering where she had gone, and then cursing himself for falling asleep in the first place. It was still pitch dark in the room so he judged it to be very early in the morning, but still - sleeping had certainly not been on his agenda for tonight. He had told Hermione after her fourth climax when she yawned and tried to hide in the pillows, that they could both sleep on the train tomorrow, and to stop wasting their last night together. That had been shortly after midnight. Apparently his own over-stimulated body had disregarded his wishes and taken matters out of his control.
No use in bemoaning what couldn�t be changed; at least he was awake now and they had a few hours left. It only remained to find the girl and bring her back to bed for round two. �Granger?� he called out softly, but received no answer. He rolled out of bed and stretched some surprisingly stiff kinks from his muscles before moving over to open his bathroom door. Hermione was not in there but he really hadn�t expected her to be, he would have heard her otherwise. He grabbed a pair of shorts from his laundry basket and pulled them hastily on, before he ventured out of the bedroom.
She also was not in the study area, although Crookshanks was curled up on the sofa, and gave him a baleful yellow gaze as he searched the room in increasing alarm for his missing witch. Ever since they had started sleeping together, she had never been this far away from him when he awoke. He pushed open the door to her now seldom-used bedroom, and his shoulders had just sagged in defeat to find the area empty when he caught a sliver of light glowing from beneath her bathroom door.
�Granger?� He called again as he crossed the room and pushed open the bathroom door. Hermione was leaning against the vanity wearing only his discarded shirt; she was rubbing her stomach with her left hand and drinking something from a small paper cup. �Are you okay?� He asked as he paused on the threshold.
Hermione, seemingly having been oblivious to his approach jumped and squeaked out a strangled noise, dropping her cup into the sink and spilling whatever remained of her drink down the drain. �Draco, you scared me silly!� She exclaimed breathlessly.
�I called you,� he replied, moving over to wrap his arms around her waist from behind. He hooked his chin over her shoulder and leered down the front of her open shirt. �What are you doing in here?� He asked, nibbling on the side of her neck. �Couldn�t you get a drink in my room?� Hermione sighed and rolled her shoulder under his lips. �Come on - we�ve still got a few hours left before morning. I promise I won�t crash on you again,� Draco coaxed, trying to guide her back into the bedroom. Hers, his - it didn�t really matter as long as he got to be with her.
Hermione flushed and looked away from him, resisting his efforts to tug her after him. �I - I can�t, Draco, I�m sorry. Why don�t we just get some sleep - it�s almost morning and I - er - I have a stomach ache.�
�You do?� Draco frowned in confusion but vaguely recalled that she had been rubbing her tummy when he startled her just previously. �Did you eat something bad?� He asked with concern, as his hand curved warm and soothing over the spot where hers had been momentarily.
�Not that kind of stomach ache,� Hermione muttered, flushing even hotter. �Oh. Damn. I thought I�d be home before this happened!� She muttered in an undertone to herself. �It�s - um - the wrong time of the month - you know!� She hissed, refusing to meet his eyes. �That�s why - the potion -� she gesticulated at the sink, but Draco was painfully obviously not following her train of thought judging by the baffled look on his face. �Oh grief, Malfoy,� she sighed finally in exasperation. �You�re such a guy! I got my period - okay?�
Now it was Draco�s turn to flush. �Oh,� he muttered. �Oh! Er - sorry. I just - well, I never was with anyone, you know - like this - long enough to need to�.. Oh, bugger. You know what I mean.� The significance of the golden liquid clinging to the smooth bowl of the sink suddenly sank in with Draco, and he pulled a face, suddenly feeling very much like an ignorant teenager.
Hermione nodded and they exited her bathroom; she paused as they crossed her bedroom, �My bed?� She asked shyly for in truth she was afraid that the onset of her period had left stains on Draco�s sheets, and she was embarrassed enough at having to endure this conversation without having to face that again tonight. Draco only gave her a curious look before changing direction and leading her over to her tidy bed.
As soon as they laid down he pulled her against his side and began rubbing her stomach as he had seen her doing in the bathroom. �Better?� He asked softly after a few moments, and she nodded drowsily. The potion she had taken contained a mild sleeping draught. Madam Pomfrey had a day and a night version available, and although Hermione had taken less than she usually would because it was so late - or early in fact - and then lost half of it down the sink, she was still feeling the effects by now.
But Draco was puzzled by more than one thing about tonight, and he thought that he might as well ask since Hermione seemed to be pleasantly drifting through the soporific effects of the anti-cramp potion. �Granger - where�s the - ah - blood?� He whispered to her. Even with his minimal experience, he knew that witches normally had to wear some kind of compressed pad which was intended to catch the escaping fluid. Hermione was gorgeously naked except for his shirt and unspoiled by any bulky underwear.
Hermione opened a sleepy eye and giggled at him; despite her languor she understood exactly what he was asking. Six years in a dormitory with two pureblood witches had been an education for all three of them in the differences between personal hygiene products available in the Muggle and wizarding world. Parvati and Lavender had been immediate and enthusiastic converts to the concept of tampons, although Hermione was sure that a family as old and entrenched in the whole pureblood supremacy theory as the Malfoys were would never allow it�s females to experience the freedom of a Tampax. It surely wasn�t on the Hogwarts Muggle Studies course; and the wizarding education curriculum was sadly lacking in any form of human biology classes. Really, it was hardly surprising so many witches and wizards married straight out of school and had families almost immediately.
She yawned. �Give me your hand,� she murmured quietly, and guided his caressing fingers between her legs. Draco felt his cock stirring hopefully in the hastily donned boxers. Surely she couldn�t mean to - not after she had just refused? Draco personally had absolutely no problem with her current state. As his eagerly swelling penis attested to, the thought of being buried in her warm, wet - yes, even bloody - pussy was fine with him. Sadly for his libido, this was not what Hermione was offering. She guided his fingers down until he could feel a knotted string escaping from his own personal heaven.
He frowned. �What�s this?� He asked curiously, giving a little tug on it. Hermione yelped and smacked his hand away.
�Don�t do that, you�ll pull it out,� she scolded. �It�s what we Muggles use to absorb the flow,� she continued in her best lecturing voice. �It�s called a tampon, and you slip it up inside you so that nothing leaks into your undies. Believe me, it�s revolutionized the Gryffindor girl�s dormitories. What a shame none of the girls in Slytherin have made any Muggle girlfriends, don�t you think?� She added slyly.
Draco scowled. �I don�t like it,� he grumbled petulantly. �You�re supposed to be mine. There shouldn�t be anything else inside of you except for me!�
Hermione laughed so long and loud at this that she was still smirking when Draco felt her pass into slumber. Her kept up his gentle circular motion on her stomach for several minutes after he knew she had slipped into a deep sleep pattern.
He wasn�t at all tired now; his mind suddenly staggering under the weight of a thought which only this very second presented itself to him with a frightening clarity.
Hermione was having her period; therefore, Hermione was not pregnant.
He had never once used a contraceptive spell.
Neither had she as far as he could tell.
He gazed at the ceiling of the Head Girl�s room in the faint light shining from the bathroom, which they had forgotten to shut out. Like some other things they had apparently forgotten to do. Lots of times.
Draco couldn�t believe himself. He was the poster boy for contraceptive charms. His father had given him a book of failsafe spells and potions at the same time as he had presented Draco with his birthday courtesan. There had never been a single occasion since that day when Draco had forgotten to use a charm. Even if he had watched his partner cast a spell herself, or seen her take a potion, he had still always, every single time, used a contraceptive of his own. Until this witch. Until Hermione Granger.
In fact, he couldn�t remember the subject of protecting them from an unwanted pregnancy even occurring to him on a single one of the numerous times he had emptied his life-giving seed into the hot, welcoming depths of her womb. How could he have been so reckless? So foolish?
So lucky?

He turned his eyes back to Hermione - rather to her abdomen, which he had been so recently caressing. She was laying sprawled on her back one arm flung above her head and the other dangling off the edge of the bed. The position stretched her usually slightly rounded stomach out and flattened it. Draco stretched his fingers out and ghosted them carefully over the empty centre of her body. There was nothing growing there, no life had formed within belly. Everything was as it had been an hour ago. Everything except Draco himself. For now Draco had knowledge, and knowledge could be a very dangerous thing. He didn�t know what to do with his new-found discovery, how to treat their next union. He allowed his hand to settle on her tummy, and she huffed a bit in her sleep, rolling towards the edge of the bed.
Draco closed his eyes but the images behind his eyelids were even more disturbing. Instead of Hermione�s beautiful, lithe non-fertile body, his mind�s eye was showing him an image of a swollen, rounded belly and breasts grown heavy in preparation for nursing. He caressed Hermione�s stomach, but instead of her soft supple skin, his hand seemed to feel a hard, tightly stretched mound which shifted and undulated under his touch.
Draco groaned and opened his eyes but the picture would not disperse. What was happening to him? Any normal teenage boy would be incoherent with relief that he had not gotten his girlfriend pregnant. Why then was Draco laying here in bed beside his absolutely, unmistakably, very definitely not pregnant girlfriend - fantasizing that she was? It was sick. He was sick. He should be doing a dance, and thanking Merlin and any other deity he could call on that he had been so lucky.
Instead he was imagining the exact opposite. Imagining Hermione carrying his child. Oh, Merlin�s balls, he was so incredibly, unbelievably fucking hard that he thought he might come just from the unbearable friction of his boxers over his penis as he breathed. How could the idea of something which would make the average 18 year old�s dick shrivel up and his testicles shrink back into his body, be turning him on so much that he knew without a shadow of a doubt that he was going to have to wank the image away.
He groaned and turned away from Hermione, but not being able to see her didn�t help. He could still feel her warmth alongside him in the bed, hear her muffled puffs of air; Hermione normally slept very quietly, so he knew this must be a by-product of the painkilling potion, but it didn�t help him to forget the sinful pictures in his head.
Draco had not touched himself alone since the first night he had taken Hermione in this very bed. He had never wanted to, even if his unruly cock had woken up and called to him; he had always appreciated the fact that coming inside Hermione was far better than anything he could achieve by himself, even if that meant waiting. Not so tonight.
She was essentially still too innocent and inexperienced for him to tug on that little string and replace the tamp-thing with his aching cock. She had said they couldn�t whilst she had her period, and he didn�t want to scare her away by telling her that even before he had experienced this paternal revelation, the thought of seeing his stiff cock slipping in and out of her slick channel coated with her bright red blood had been making him swell in anticipation.
Dear God, wouldn�t that just make his father choke on his prison food? The very thought that he, Draco, would allow himself to touch a witch of her origins would be enough to give Lucius a coronary. What would Lucius think if he knew just how willing, how eager his only heir was to smear the source of all future generations of Malfoys with the foul, muddy blood of a Muggle-born; if he knew how many times Draco had recklessly, gratuitously, unprotected, and without sparing a single thought to the consequences, spilled the seed of the Malfoy line deep into the body of that same Muggle born witch.
Draco knew his father was wrong; Hermione�s blood would be as rich and red as his own, and soon, not tonight but soon, he was going to have to persuade her that it was perfectly natural and erotic to let him in while she was bleeding.
Totally without his conscious direction, his hips were thrusting against the bed, desperate for any friction along the length of his penis. Giving in to the inevitable, he slipped his hand inside his shorts and released his aching erection. Faint early dawn light was just starting to filter into the room through the large uncurtained window to the left of the bed, and he could see enough to acknowledge how swollen he was. The damnable paleness of his fair skin only served to emphasize how incredibly engorged his cock was; almost purple, the head was leaking a steady stream of clear liquid onto the sheets.
Draco strangled a groan as his hand finally closed around his throbbing flesh; it actually hurt to touch himself. Another image of a pregnant Hermione slipped into his head; not the simple picture of her laying beside him exactly as she was now, except with a bigger tummy which had been the origin of this fantasy - this image had her curled in an armchair beside a fire, which in the back of his mind Draco knew but refused to acknowledge, was the fireplace and the chair in his own bedroom at Malfoy Manor.
She was laughing at something he had said to her from his position on his knees before her, staring up adoringly into her face, and even as she laughed an expression of pleasure washed over her face and she quickly took his hand bringing it up to hold tightly against the swollen mound of her stomach. The metaphor was so incredibly obvious that Draco couldn�t control himself any longer. Huge ropey spurs of hot white jism exploded from his over-stimulated penis, shooting straight over the edge of the bed and landing on the carpet beside it as he drained himself more copiously than he would have dreamed possible given their earlier activities tonight.
It was several long minutes before he could control the shaking enough to send a scourgify across the room to disperse the mess he had made, and after he had regained his breath he turned back to Hermione to find her sleeping peacefully, one hand now resting on her stomach as if somehow his random fantasies had penetrated into her subconscious. Draco lay on his side studying her, pretending to wonder what had brought about that fevered image in his head, and words began to beat on his subconscious. Shortly, as if feeling his eyes on her even in her sleep, Hermione rolled towards him and one hand reached out to him. Unable to resist, he curled up around her and she settled into a more restful slumber. Draco closed his eyes, and tried the words out silently in his head. They sounded right, as if he had solved a complicated puzzle and everything had finally fallen into place.
He tried them again, a mere whisper this time, into her fuzzy mane of hair, �I love you,� she whimpered and stirred suddenly, and Draco caught his breath fearing immediately that she was awake and had heard him, but she only twitched and settled down again. He might have had an epiphany in his own mind, but Draco was fairly sure that Hermione hadn�t shared it with him; she would need a lot more time before he could say such things freely to her face.

*****

When Hermione awoke the next morning, Draco was in the shower. Immediately, her first thought was of the stain she suspected of being on his sheets, and she scuttled quickly out of bed with the intention of casting a quick cleaning charm before either Draco or any of the house elves found it. Of course the items she needed to deal with her current �condition�.were in the cabinet in her bathroom - which was what had brought her here from Draco�s room last night, and the man in question was currently occupying her shower, a circumstance which left her with no alternative but to dart quickly, and hopefully silently, into the bathroom and grab a couple before carrying out her plan.
Luckily she was able to cast her cleaning spell and perform her other necessities before Draco returned to his bedroom and began to pull on the plain black trousers and green sweater which comprised acceptable Malfoy casual wear to travel home in. She came out of his shower wrapped in one of the Slytherin green fluffy towels, having chosen due to her current affliction, not to join him in her own. She had learnt over the past weeks where taking a shower with Draco normally lead to, and decided not to tempt either of them.
Draco had also been spending his shower time doing some thinking. In the harsh light of day, he tried to analyse exactly what his strange fantasy of the night before actually meant, and he could only come up with one remotely plausible explanation, however fantastic it might be; that this was what he wanted his future to contain. But he knew that no matter how arousing he might have found the image of Hermione expecting his child, that it was not something either of them could cope with at this point in their lives, when they were both unable to even admit to their friends that they were actually together.
Therefore they would have to be a whole lot more careful next month; they had been incredibly lucky that they had gotten away with their irresponsibility thus far. It would be foolish in the extreme to expect that luck to hold out. Draco concluded that as the more experienced of the two of them that it was probably his responsibility to broach the subject and ensure that the appropriate steps were taken. There was still time for Hermione to get to the hospital wing and collect a supply of the contraceptive potion before the Hogwarts Express left, and he would spend the Christmas holidays researching a longer lasting charm that wouldn�t have to be applied in the heat of the moment, as it were.
When Hermione passed by him on the way back to her own room, he caught her wrist and stopped her from leaving. She gave him a curious look, and said regretfully, �Draco, I have to get dressed, too. There isn�t much time before the train leaves and I have to get the 1^st years organized. I�m sorry.�
�I know - we�ve both got duties. It�s just - Look, Granger. I was a bit shocked last night, I�m somewhat ashamed to say that I hadn�t even given any thought to what the consequences could have been from all the times we�ve been together, and believe me that isn�t like me at all. I�m normally fanatically careful to make sure nothing happens. I just thought we should talk about what we do from now onwards - we can�t expect to be so lucky next month. Maybe Merlin was just being kind to us since we�re such an unlikely couple, but we have to take care of it ourselves from now on.�
�Oh!� Hermione said and flushed red, as if suddenly realising what he was talking about, and Draco felt immediately bad for embarrassing her. She swallowed uncomfortably and her eyes slid somewhat guiltily away from his. �Well, that�s okay actually. You don�t need to worry about it really - I�m on the pill so we�re fine.�
This proclamation of course made absolutely no sense to Draco, and his confused expression must have indicated as much because Hermione grimaced uncomfortably. �It�s how Muggles prevent pregnancy,� she muttered seeming to expect him to be outraged at the thought of relying on a Muggle technique instead of a wizarding one.
�It�s - you�ve - what?� Draco stuttered; to say that he was flabbergasted would be an understatement. Here he was worrying himself silly, and Hermione had totally overlooked to share with him such an important snippet of information? And just why exactly would she choose the Muggle way over the convenience of magic?
Apparently these last words spoke themselves out loud, for Hermione shuffled her feet awkwardly and asked him, �Are you sure you want to know that?�
And while up until that point Draco only been thinking out loud, all of a sudden the fact that Hermione seemed reluctant to tell him made him determined that he really did need to know. He nodded firmly
Hermione didn�t look at him as she spoke. �Well, you know that Ron and I were together briefly at the beginning of term. We had been heading towards that over the summer, and I just wanted to be prepared for when we - you know - took it to the next level, so I went to see my Doctor at home and got a prescription. I just didn�t think it was�� she thought for a while before settling on a word, �seemly, for the Head Girl to go to Madam Pomfrey and ask for a contraceptive potion, especially since I never had before. It�s kind of like taking out a full-colour ad in the News of the World announcing that you�re actually intending to have sex. And I just didn�t want anyone to know that I was expecting it to happen. So I took care of it myself, and then you came along and mucked up my expectations for Ron and myself and it just seemed sensible to keep taking the pills because I knew you were going to wear me down eventually -�
Draco almost smirked, but the irrational jealousy which swamped him at the knowledge that she had been preparing herself logically and practically for a fully physical relationship with the Weasel prevented any pleasure in her admittance of his effect on her. Was he always going to feel threatened by the existence of that red headed pauper?
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05.06.05
I hope that satisfied my readers. I am unfortunately slow in updating as I am in a definite reading frame of mind at the moment. I am being tempted away from writing by the prospect of reading new stories.
I would like to ask for some opinions however; this small 10 chapter story seems to have grown into a monster. Would you prefer if I begin fresh with a Part Two - probably after the events of their Christmas Break, or just add further chapters to PV as it stands. There are already 45 - is it becoming too unwieldy as one story, or are you happy with it this way?
Cheers, Blue.
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