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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
- 44
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45

Harry and Ron were sulking when Hermione emerged into the Gryffindor Tower shortly after her embarrassing conversation with Draco. They obviously wanted to pout about her failure to appear the night before, but with the attendant chaos and clamour of the students gathering their belongings and making their way down to the courtyard to catch the carriages into Hogsmeade, the effectiveness of their sulking was severely diminished.
Having rounded up the first years, and sparing a special comment for young David Lister who was eagerly awaiting his first visit to a real wizarding house with his new friend AJ Rimmer, Hermione was put in mind of her own first visit to the Burrow and how all Molly Weasley�s enchanted possessions had awed her. This was followed in quick time by a very real sadness that her welcome there might possibly be at an end following the failure of her relationship with Ron.
She suddenly wondered if the New Year�s eve party at Grimmauld Place might be slightly awkward - would Molly be trying to reconcile her with Ron? Or maybe giving her the icy treatment she had received in 4^th year after the Harry/Viktor incident? Except this was far more personal - Ron was her son after all.
Finally, all the departing Gryffindors managed to exit their common room and descend to the outside with the minimum of disruption. Hermione and the other prefects directed them into their carriages before gratefully ascending into one themselves. There was a repeat of the scrambling at Hogsmeade station until everyone was loaded onto the train and accounted for. Hermione caught a brief glimpse of Draco herding his own set of younger students onto the train several cars down from the Gryffindors.
She felt a heavy ache in her chest region at the thought that this was the last sight she would have of him for almost two weeks, and it was just the back of his bright blond head. She was jolted out of her introspection by Dennis Creevey banging her shins with his trunk, and she regretfully turned away from the wizard who had changed her so much in the past month.
The journey passed quietly; Hermione traveled with the other Gryffindors for the most part, making a couple of sweeps of the train to ensure that there was no rowdiness or bad behaviour taking place. Ron and Harry had chosen to take the train in deference to Ginny who was not quite seventeen yet, and still unable to obtain her Apparating license. Most of the departing 7^th years other than the prefects who were required to travel this way to maintain order with the younger students, had opted to Apparate to their homes from a secured point in Hogsmeade village; it was quicker and enabled their families to avoid King�s Cross at it�s busiest time when the station would be swarming with Muggles.
They were maybe thirty minutes outside of London when Hermione rose to make her last patrol of the carriages. Time to ensure that robes were packed discretely away and that everyone could blend happily into the general populace.
She had reached the very end of the train and was just about to turn back when the door to the vacant prefect�s carriage opened and a hand shot out to grab her arm. She squeaked in alarm until she recognised the distinctive citrus and Draco scent of her lover. She barely had time to spin around in his arms before he had her pinned to the closing door of the compartment. She whimpered as his mouth closed over hers, cutting off all protests - not that she had been going to voice any, however. She fully understood his urgency and was glad that he had taken the initiative to give them one last moment together before the inevitable separation.
She found herself suddenly frantic to taste him, sucking his tongue into her mouth and writhing against the hardness steadily growing up against her stomach. He tasted divine - of chocolate and coffee and she guessed he had bought something from the sweet trolley, probably under Greg and Vince�s influence. She could have kissed him for ever.
All too soon he withdrew from her lips but before she could protest too loudly he had moved round to suck gently on the sensitive area beneath her left ear; it was a spot which he had found out early on drove her wild. Goosebumps ran along her arms and legs and shivers spread from where his teeth worried her neck directly down to her nipples, hardening them to rigid points against his green sweater.
She couldn�t restrain the breathy moan which escaped from her and Draco growled, suddenly clamping down hard on her neck, overcome by a fiercely primitive need to mark her as his own in case any of those Muggle friends of hers got ideas about moving in on his witch over the holidays. Hermione, who had always found the sight of such marks on her friends to be unattractive and tacky, writhed encouragingly in his arms and rubbed her aching pussy against the thigh which had somehow conveniently slipped in between her legs.
She vaguely remembered reading in a Muggle magazine some time ago that some women became more readily aroused during their period than at any other time; the article had theorized that it was a genetic memory dating back to time before contraception was so readily available, and that the female body was compensating by enjoying the relative freedom from the threat of procreation which was offered during the bleeding time. Hermione had thought the article a load of rubbish at the time but here, now, in this darkened train compartment she was forced to wonder if she was one of those women who found their pleasure heightened at this time of the month. She was practically buzzing with the need to touch Draco and when his hand slipped hesitantly in between their bodies to the button of her jeans she bucked her hips against him encouragingly.
�Oh, God,� Draco muttered as his fingers eased her zip down and slipped inside her knickers. Nice sensible white cotton ones; none of Julia�s flimsy things. �Is this okay? Can I do this with that thing there?� He asked awkwardly. She was as slick and wet as usual, and he prayed that she would not stop him now.
�Oh! I - I don�t know,� she confessed miserably, and he cursed his tongue for giving her the option to refuse him. He withdrew his hand reluctantly and brought his fingers up to inspect. Slick and shiny from her arousal, but free of any stain. He licked them deliberately and Hermione moaned. �Yes - yes. Oh, God - please, Draco!� She gasped.
He didn�t need to be told twice, diving back into her jeans and pushing them down over her hips so he could fully explore her warmth. He slid a finger inside her alongside the little string and was surprised when he met with an obstruction preventing him from caressing her as deeply as he had wished. That must be the thing that she had told him about. He wasn�t at all happy at this invasion of his own sacred place, but the whimpers and moans sounding in his ears soon enough distracted him from his pout. His thumb passed in gentle circles over the swollen button of her clit while his fingers delved as deeply as they could into her slick channel. He could tell she was very close, her hands were clutching at his shoulders and her legs were trembling; only the door behind her and his weight pinning her there was keeping her upright.
She came a moment later with a wrenching groan as her head rolled back and hit the door. Her muscles clamped around his invading fingers so tightly that they were almost expelled from her body. Draco could not control the rapid thrusting of his own arousal against her stomach; just watching Hermione�s orgasm was almost enough to send him into his own. He panted into her neck as she slowly stilled, rocking against her.
When she finally stopped trembling he took one hand and guided it to his straining trousers, encouraging her to squeeze and rub against the rigid length of his cock. He was getting closer and closer to his climax, the rough material of his pants scraping against his aching shaft, and the heat of her small hand slipping past his belt burning him up. �Draco,� she whimpered, �your clothes...we have to -�
Draco grunted; he found it endearing how Hermione lost her magical prowess when she was aroused and defaulted to thinking like a Muggle. It was not the first time he had noticed this trend. �Wizard - silly!� He gasped against her mouth. �Cast a cleaning spell!� Then it was too late anyway, with a moan of her name his orgasm overcame him and he jerked against her hand, coming hard over her fingers and his shorts.
�Last night - wasn�t enough,� he panted as he fought to regain his breath. �Had to say goodbye properly,� and Hermione sighed happily. Apparently the sentiment carried just the right quantity of fluff and innuendo to appeal to her currently unbalanced hormones. She removed her wand from her pocket and cast the Scourgify herself before pulling his mouth back to hers and kissing him so thoroughly he felt quite disoriented when she finally released him and stepped away from the door.
He watched bemused as she straightened her robes and cast a tidying spell smirking at him as she did so. �Witch, indeed!� She exclaimed snootily as she slipped out of the compartment into the corridor beyond, leaving him behind with an increasingly heavy lump growing in the centre of his chest. They were too close to the station; this really was the last time he would see her for the whole of the holidays - there was simply no time left for quick assignations or stolen kisses. They would be pulling into King�s Cross in no more than ten minutes time, and they both had obligations to fulfill. He checked discretely along the length of the corridor, and determining that there was no one there to see him leaving the compartment so soon after the Head Girl, he exited the room and made his way back to the Slytherin section of the train.
His only comfort came from the knowledge that Hermione�s tidying charm did nothing to hide the swollen redness of her thoroughly-snogged mouth. Draco wished he could be there to see the apoplectic expression on the Weasel�s face when she returned to their carriage looking thoroughly debauched, and having to wonder who was responsible.
It had been several years since Draco�s parents had met him at the station, preferring to send Garrett to deal with schoolboy trunks and transportation of the heir. Garrett was an old family retainer, barely one step above a house elf in Lucius� eyes, but Draco was quite fond of the elderly wizard. It was he who had taken Draco through his first tandem Apparation, and he who had been responsible for returning the young boy to the Manor after every journey from Hogwarts.
However, even Garrett was not present to greet Draco this time, for he had been Apparating home alone from the transfer hub at the far end of Platform 9 � ever since he passed his Apparating test a few days after his seventeenth birthday. This was a circumstance which had never bothered him before today, but somehow watching PotHead and the two remaining Weasels, their flame bright hair making them easy to spot, getting greeted with laughing and hugs and eager stories just made him feel depressed.
The plump red headed woman in the faded robes currently hugging Potty who was a full head taller than her, was quite clearly the Weasley matriarch, and standing a little behind her as if in deference to Mrs Weasley�s position as an actual witch, and not some mere Muggle who had miraculously produced a magical child, were two people who simply had to be the senior Grangers. Draco had never understood the distinction that allowed Muggle parents of a magical child access to places like Platform 9 � or Diagon Alley, especially given how fanatical the Ministry was to keep the majority of the country in the dark about their existence, but the fact was nonetheless, that once they had produced a witch or wizard, they were given entrée into the secret and fantastic world which was Draco�s birthright. And the Grangers didn�t even have the courtesy to look awed by this honour.
Instead they were scanning the platform avidly, apparently oblivious to the disparity between their own world, carrying on in blissful ignorance just beyond the limits of Platform 9 �, and this one which they had been given the privilege of inclusion in simply by a genetic anomaly in their child. It was ridiculous, but Draco glared angrily at them; they had no right to be here searching eagerly for his Hermione, intending to take her away from him for days on end!
They must have spotted their daughter, for all of a sudden they both began waving and beckoning frantically, and Draco turned to follow the direction of their gaze. Sure enough, they had located the Head Girl, waiting patiently with a small cluster of younger students who had obviously failed to be reunited with a family member as yet.
Draco winced as he recognised two first year Slytherins hovering in her group; apparently he had failed in his duty to the younger members of his House if they felt it necessary to cling to the Gryffindor Head Girl�s skirts whilst awaiting collection. He wondered if it would make the situation better or worse, if he went over to her and tried to take responsibility for them now.
Hermione had finally noticed her wildly waving parents, and returned their salute. I won�t be long, she mouthed to them, Stay with Harry and Ron till I get there. Draco scowled even more irritably as the Grangers immediately did as they were told, stepping forward to be easily included in the Weasley circle. Mrs Granger said something to Molly Weasley and the older witch laughed, reaching into her robes to withdraw an object which she showed to the Muggle woman. More laughing followed from the adults, but Potty and the Weasels grimaced in the universal manner of teenagers utterly mortified by their parental units.
Draco was forcefully reminded that he would never be accepted into that charmed circle with the ease in which the Grangers found themselves welcomed. A nasty ball of guilt lodged itself in his stomach, and he regretted again the years of taunting and invective he had wasted upon these people. If he had the slightest inkling that Hermione Granger would turn out to be his destiny, he might have approached the last six years somewhat differently.
A sudden flurry of activity relieved Hermione of her remaining charges, and she was just shaking hands with the last tardy parent, when AnthonyFuckingGoldstein appeared seemingly out of nowhere at her elbow, and determinedly followed her across the intervening space until she was reunited with her parents. He waited patiently whilst hugs and kisses were exchanged all around, simply hovering in the background until Hermione was forced to introduce him to her parents, or appear extremely rude.
As Draco seethed, the Ravenclaw prefect shook hands with both Grangers, obviously saying some complimentary little thing to Mrs Granger, for she smiled delightedly and replied animatedly to whatever it was. Draco thought Hermione might have looked a little unhappy and she was trying to maintain a healthy distance from the boy. The Weaselette was studying him very thoughtfully, but even these signs of Hermione�s discomfort in the situation did not make up for the undeniable fact that for Goldstein it was okay to just walk up to her parents and introduce himself; something that Draco could never do. Well, physically of course he could, but the repercussions were too awful to think about.
He turned away from the gut-wrenching sight, almost expecting to find Zabini hovering over his shoulder, smirking; it seemed recently that the other boy always managed to turn up whenever Draco was making a fool of himself over Granger. But of course, Blaise was not there; he had Apparated home from Hogsmeade, along with Greg and Vince and the majority of the other 7^th years, and Draco was alone with his thoughts. He was just about to make his way to the King�s Cross Apparation hub, when he felt eyes boring into the back of his shoulders. He turned cautiously and found himself caught in Hermione�s gaze; she was momentarily alone on the platform, Goldstein dismissed and her companions making their way chattering and laughing towards the barrier between Platforms 9 and 10, and the Muggle world beyond. They stared for an intense moment at each other, and then Hermione raised her fingers to her lips and blew a solitary kiss in his direction, before turning quickly on her heels and rushing away to catch up with the entourage.
Draco hovered in place, paralysed for a moment; never in his life could he remember anyone sending him such a simple but genuine gesture of affection before. It was something Slytherins simply did not do - it was such a small thing, but the emotion underlying it was something that would have to sustain Draco for many days to come.

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As she waved to her parents and waited for the last of her charges to be collected, Hermione wondered if her mother would be able to tell that something had changed within her; Margaret Granger was generally quite perceptive where her daughter was concerned, despite the fact that they lived apart for most of the year. Hermione normally wrote to her parents once a week, by school owl using an evening delivery. It was fairly rural where her family lived, and the presence of an owl after dusk was not all that remarkable in the village. Hermione knew that she was lucky in this respect compared to some of the Muggle-born students whose homes were in the middle of urban city developments, which made communication a much more hazardous endeavour.
There would be inevitable questions about why she and Ron had been together and parted ways so quickly, and though Hermione had only skimmed very briefly over the subject in her letters, she knew her mother would expect more details in person. Mrs Granger genuinely liked Ron and considered the Weasley family to be their mentors in the baffling new world her daughter now inhabited. Arthur Weasley had been an occasional guest at the Grangers home in the past few years, and Hermione knew that he was feeding his Muggle obsession just as much as he was allaying her parents� fears. It was an arrangement which worked for both parties, and Mr Weasley had acquired a much better understanding of Muggle artifacts as a result. Although Mrs Granger undoubtedly did not want Hermione to settle down at such a young age, she would certainly expect to be told why a romance between her daughter and a boy she both liked and trusted, and which had been progressing with almost agonizing slowness for the past two years, had failed within less than a month.

Suddenly a batch of parents arrived and momentarily Hermione found herself free to rejoin her friends and family. She was casting one last glance around the station for a final sight of Draco when Anthony Goldstein popped up seemingly from nowhere by her elbow. She very nearly squeaked in shock, but managed to turn it into a cough and smiled nervously at Tony.
�Hello, Tony,� she managed stiffly. �I hope you have a happy Christmas. Are your parents meeting you or do you take the hub home from here?� Even as the words left her mouth she wanted to bite her tongue off. She should be trying to avoid him at all costs, and here she was making small talk and giving him an opening to start a conversation. �Look, I have to go - my folks have been waiting quite a while for me to dispatch all the younger ones.�
She ground her teeth in frustration as Tony replied smoothly, �I�m just going that way, too. Those are your parents talking with Mrs Weasley are they?�
�Yes,� she gritted out, moving so speedily towards her family that she could have almost been running. And she hadn�t managed to see Draco! Tony was momentarily forgotten as she exchanged warm hugs and kisses with her Mum and Dad. Molly Weasley was much more restrained in her greeting and Hermione guiltily caught Ron�s eyes as his mother air-kissed each of her cheeks before turning back to Harry. Ron shrugged; and after all - what could he do?
Hermione knew he was still hurt about her decision even though they had managed to move forwards and remain friends; she was quite sure if she gave him the smallest sign he would immediately halt whatever burgeoning relationship he was building with Luna and take her back in an instant. On top of Tony�s hovering presence, the knowledge of this fact was enough to make Hermione desperate to get away from all the teenage wizards she knew and immerse herself wholly in her Muggle life.
Mrs Granger however, was by now looking curiously at Tony, and reluctantly Hermione introduced them. Tony was unfailingly polite, commenting on how alike she and her mother were, and paying a small compliment which made Mrs Granger laugh deprecatingly. He knew exactly how long to remain before it would seem like he was outstaying his welcome, and he parted from the group by saying confidentially to Hermione, �I�ll send you an owl over the holiday, Hermione?� Before turning to her parents and adding, �it was a pleasure to meet you both. Thanks for taking the time to talk to me.�
Mrs Granger shook his hand once again in parting, and raised an eyebrow at Hermione the minute his back was turned. Hermione groaned inwardly; now her mother suspected that Tony was the reason for her breakup with Ron!
She needed to see Draco one last time, her eyes frantically searching his bright silver head from amongst the few remaining students milling around the platform. Surely he couldn�t have gone already, she thought frantically? Without me seeing him once more?
When she finally caught sight of him, he was scowling darkly and she knew instantly he had seen Tony follow her across the platform, but what could they do about it? Revealing their involvement was unthinkable at the current time, although Hermione was quite aware that the longer they tried to maintain secrecy the more opportunities there were for mistakes. She doubted that they could keep this thing concealed for the whole school year; Ginny already knew and was convinced that Tony did too. Already they had gotten careless; how soon until they slipped up before someone more dangerous than this?
She stared hard at him until her felt her eyes and turned to look at her; after a quick scan of the platform to ensure that no one was watching, Hermione brought her fingers to her lips and blew a kiss in his direction. She watched briefly as a stunned expression passed over his face, and then turned quickly, sprinting after her rapidly disappearing family.
There were more hugs and laughter as Hermione and her parents separated from the Weasleys. The Grangers had taken the train into London for a dental conference and now had to transfer to Euston to make the next leg of their journey home. Hermione, who had spent most of the day on a train, would have loved at this point to Apparate the rest of the way, but traveling with her parents meant the only alternative was a car and the M1. Hence, no alternative, really.
She had shrunk her case down to a modest shoulder bag size, and for his own comfort, Crookshanks had been left with Hagrid for the holidays. They took the tube across London, relatively unencumbered by baggage, and arrived luckily in time to get seats before the rush hour commuters piled onto the train. Hermione kicked her shoes off and wiggled her toes gratefully under the table. Her father was seated beside her, chatting happily about his greenhouse, but her mother was watching her speculatively from the other side of the table they had secured.
Hermione knew the questions would start as soon as they were out of a public place, and she resolved to plan some answers during the journey. Sure enough, a suited commuter soon took the vacant seat beside Mrs Granger, and Hermione was grateful that the opportunity for subtle probing was lost for the moment. This journey was much shorter however, than the one from Hogwarts, and slightly over an hour later they were pulling into their station, and her father left them in the waiting room to bring the car around to the kerb.
�Who was the nice looking young man you introduced us to, Minnie dear,� her mother asked idly, pretending to watch out for her husband and the car. Hermione knew nothing was idle about her mother when she called her Minnie - a pet name she had thought to have outgrown when she was about seven, and which Mrs Granger only used when she was feeling particularly devious, as if she thought that somehow reminding Hermione of her childhood would induce a burning desire to confide. Luckily Hermione had spent her hour well, and was fortified against this approach.
�Oh, that was just Tony,� she said airily. �He�s a prefect from one of the other Houses. Ginny thinks he fancies me, but he�s not really my type. I hope he doesn�t get too persistent, I really don�t want to hurt his feelings.�
Mrs Granger seemed quite startled by this pronouncement from her daughter, and well she might. Hermione had never shown much confidence in her appeal to the opposite sex, and was usually quite shy and reticent regarding her romantic prospects. Indeed, that pleasant Ron Weasley had been the only boy there had ever been even a hint of interest in. This new assured Hermione was an unknown quantity to her parent.
It had obviously come from somewhere, and if not from Ron Weasley, nor apparently the other young man, Mrs Granger was left to wonder where then?

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Not much action in this chapter, and a long wait, too. Many apologies. However, this seemed like a natural place to break before we get to see what Christmas brings for both Draco and Hermione.
The majority opinion on splitting this story up seems to be not to. Many of you mentioned that you like to go back and reread bits, and as I prefer this myself when reading I think I will keep it all together. That hadn�t really occurred to me when I asked, although I don�t know why not. Thank you all so much for taking the time to give me an opinion. I know I am being painfully slow at the moment, but I think the next chapter will be quite interesting. Thanks to you all for your patience and kind words.

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