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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
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Despite knowing that she would miss Draco, Hermione was looking forward to the Christmas her parents had planned; Her mother came from a large family and although Hermione was an only child, she was very close to her aunts and cousins. She was excited about this chance to spend time with all of them now because she knew that after school, her immersion in the wizarding world would become far more permanent than it had been so far, and that opportunities like this would not present themselves so often any more; therefore she had bittersweet feelings about the holidays.
Having headed her mother off her enquiries about Ron and Tony, Hermione was feeling quite pleased with herself until she entered the bathroom at home to prepare for bed, and found that Draco had left a small but unmistakable mark on her neck which - damn him to Hell, he had apparently managed to charm into the shape of a heart. Hermione glared at her reflection in the - thankfully - silent Muggle mirror, unable to believe such a thing had escaped her notice. Couldn�t Ginny have said something when she returned to the carriage - warned her that she was walking around branded for all to see.
It was unlikely her mother would have missed something so obvious, especially since she had her hair in a ponytail throughout the whole ride home. No wonder she was asking questions about Tony, and not seeming to believe the answers.
It was far too late now to use a concealing charm to cover the mark; the damage had been done. However, she had no intentions of drawing more attention to it than necessary. She would wear her hair down until it faded, although knowing Draco, he had probably also added fixing and extending charms to the mark as well as the shape altering one.
She awoke the next morning not feeling particularly rested. It was the first night she had slept alone since she and Draco had begun their affair, and she found it horribly difficult to fall asleep without his arms around her and his naked body pressed into her back.
Although it was the weekend her father had a morning surgery, an extraction which his patient could not fit in at any other time, but in the afternoon her parents planned to go out and get a tree followed with decorating in the evening. Hermione finally dragged herself downstairs at about 10:00, bleary eyed and cranky from lack of sleep. Her mother eyed her thoughtfully, her gaze settling on the spot where she knew the heart-shaped mark rested even though Hermione had hidden it behind a frizz of hair, before pronouncing cheerfully, �Julia has already called you - she wanted to know if you were up to some Christmas shopping this morning. I told her you were still in bed, and that we were buying a tree this afternoon. I expect she�ll call back soon, and arrange something else with you.�
Hermione nodded blearily over her orange juice; despite being surrounded by boys at Hogwarts - Harry, Ron and to a lesser extent, Neville - her friendships in the Muggle world were mostly with girls her own age who she had been at school with right up until she got her Hogwarts letter. That she could maintain these friendships was no doubt due to the fact that she had attended a private girl�s primary school, and that several of her classmates had also moved on to boarding schools at the same age. They too had separate sets of friends during term time from the local friends where they lived.
Julia was a weekly boarder at a public school about forty miles away from home; she came home at weekends, and managed to mix her school and home life more thoroughly than Hermione who was at the other end of the country. Melanie, another friend not quite as close to Hermione as Julia, attended a girl�s boarding school in Yorkshire and like Hermione, only made it home for school holidays. Hermione wasn�t sure if Melanie�s calendar had her at home yet or not.
As Hermione woke up by degrees, she wondered if Julia had been able to work for the Christmas holiday as she had in the summer. She further wondered what Julia would say if she asked her to use her discount to get a selection of frilly nothings for Hermione to take back to school with her in January?
Smiling to herself, Hermione realised that for the first time she would be able to finally talk to someone who had no preconceived ideas about her boyfriend, no history to cloud the issue, and nothing to influence her opinion but the things that Hermione told her. The freedom to have this conversation livened Hermione up unlike anything else she had considered this morning, and suddenly she couldn�t wait to get ready and race off to meet her friend.
She bounced up from the table, rejuvenated. �I�m going to get a shower, Mum. If she calls back tell her I�ll be over there by -� she cast a glance at the kitchen clock, �- oh, 11:15 at the latest.�
Mrs Granger looked about to protest, and Hermione rushed on. �I�ll be back by three, I promise. We�ll have time to get the tree - you know how Dad is when he gets to work. I doubt he�ll be home before one, and then he�ll want lunch before we go out. Come on, Mum - you know I�m right.�
Her mother pursed her lips thoughtfully, �and I suppose you�ll be wanting to borrow the car as well?� She asked meaningfully, sighing at her daughter�s eager nod. �Very well, Minnie,� she said, �but do be careful - you know I�m not keen on you racing off to drive the car when you haven�t been behind a steering wheel since you went back to school.�
Hermione fidgeted in anticipation. Obviously her mother had some valid concerns over the fact that Hermione hadn�t been able to drive whilst she was at Hogwarts, but she had passed her driving test on the first attempt during the Summer holidays, not long after her Apparation test. Being eminently practical, Hermione understood the value of being able to transport herself in the manner favored by both the Muggle and Wizarding worlds. She was after all, part of both.
She had very firmly told Harry who unfortunately only turned seventeen at the very end of 6^th year, that he should make sure to change some galleons into pounds and take lessons in the month before he returned to school. Heaven knows, the Dursleys would never see to it that he learnt to drive so it would be up to him to take care of it.
Since - unlike Hermione, he had no chance of practice outside of his lessons, there hadn�t been enough time for him to be tested before they had to return to Hogwarts in September, but Hermione was confident that he saw the value of resuming his lessons next summer.
She hummed through her shower and hastily pulled on the first available outfit she could lay her hands on, jeans and an old sweatshirt. After swallowing down a quick slice of toast and being compelled by her inner dentist to clean her teeth, Hermione was skipping out to the driveway followed by a litany of cautions about seat belts, rear-view mirrors and speed traps on the High Street from Margaret Granger, who obviously had separation anxiety from her car.
Once safely ensconced in the driver�s seat, Hermione twisted her hair up into a messy bun; she felt wild and reckless - she wanted Julia to see the mark and squeal in excitement as she demanded to know everything about it. If she had paused and realised just how much she was channeling her inner Lavender, she would probably have died of embarrassment on the spot. But somehow, here in her hometown surrounded by the trappings and familiarities of her childhood, this kind of behaviour seemed far more acceptable than at Hogwarts, under the shadow of impending conflict.
Hermione managed to transport herself four miles across town without damage to the car or her person, and within fifteen minutes she was leaning heavily on the Hayden�s doorbell, until Julia appeared on the other side of the frosted glass door and flung it open to welcome her friend. The girls stood in the hallway, hugging and laughing and noting any material changes in each other until the kitchen door opened and a wry male voice demanded to know who had let the hyenas in?
Julia turned and glowered at her brother who was leaning against the door frame and nursing a cup of coffee - like the two girls he was also home for Christmas, but he was older and attended University in Leeds. To Julia�s mind, he would have been a whole lot more attractive if he had just stayed there. �Go away, Ben!� She snapped. �When I want your opinion, I�ll give you it.�
Her brother simply raised an eyebrow and looked speculatively over Hermione. �Is that little Minnie Granger?� He asked curiously. �Who�d have guessed she would clean up so well? And what�s that I see Skinny-Minnie - do you actually have a bite mark on your neck? My, my you have grown up!�

�Ben!� Julia grabbed the closest projectile, which happened to be a woolly ski hat from the coat stand by the front door, and hurled it at his head. �Stop calling her that, you jerk. Go away and leave us alone!�
Hermione grimaced inwardly, unable to believe she could have forgotten how thoroughly obnoxious Ben Hayden was, although in all fairness, she hadn�t actually seen him since the summer after 5^th year when he left to go to University. Last summer he had gone apple picking in France for the season, and there had been other commitments which had kept him absent every other time she had been home herself. However, she was mortified that he had been the first to spot her new adornment, and that he had dared to loudly draw attention to it; never mind that she had come here with the express intention of spilling her guts to her girlfriend. This was the boy who stuck spiders in her hair and laughed about it, squeezed toothpaste into her shoes, and on one never to be mentioned occasion had even put a frog in her bed when she spent the night here. One of the many reasons she had been so glad to receive her Hogwarts letter had been to get away from that appalling nickname, Skinny-Minnie. What had her mother been thinking to even call her that in his hearing any way?
But given the years of Mudblood and other derogatory remarks made by none other than the person who had left that mark on her neck, Skinny-Minnie somehow suddenly lost it�s power to hurt her. It was a marvelously freeing feeling; she put her hand on Julia�s arm - her friend was searching for further ammunition to hurl at her brother - and laughed with true amusement. �Oh, grow up, Ben,� she said cheerfully. �I certainly have!� She gave him an exaggerated wink, and proceeded to guide her momentarily speechless friend up the stairs to her bedroom.
Hermione shut the door wishing that she could just cast locking and silencing charms behind her; she didn�t trust Ben not to eavesdrop for a moment - he had always been one to try and make her miserable. Rather like someone else she knew, actually. She had her wand with her, of course, but using it was out of the question.
One of the first classes in Survival Transfiguration this term had been a complicated session taught jointly between Professors McGonagall and Lupin on how to transfigure your wand into an unremarkable everyday item to avoid surrendering it if captured by the Other Side. Hermione�s disguise of choice was a thumb ring she wore on her right hand; she felt it was sensible to have it readily available close to her wand hand. Really powerful wizards and witches, their teachers informed them, could use their transfigured wands without restoring them to the original form, but even Hermione had been unable to master this skill yet.
Julia, however was focused on her own concern; immediately the door shut behind them she reached over and caught hold of Hermione�s chin, tilting her head sideways so that she could better examine the spot which Ben had drawn to her attention. �Hermione Granger, I cannot believe I missed that!� She exclaimed excitedly. �Is it Ron? At last?�
Whoops! Hermione had conveniently forgotten how many days she had sat in this very room bemoaning the fact that Ron just had his head too far up his own arse to realise that he was supposed to be asking her out. She grunted something as her face heated up, and Julia stared at her open-mouthed. �Not Ron? After all these years of waiting around for him. Hermione, I�m proud of you!� She declared. �He didn�t deserve you anyway if he couldn�t get round to asking you out in six whole years!� She finished loyally.
Hermione felt honour bound to confess the whole truth. This was Julia after all, her very oldest friend and also a disinterested party. �Actually, Ron and I did get together,� she confessed sheepishly. �It was towards the end of September, and it only lasted about a month. It was the most awful timing of anything that ever happened in the history of the universe.�
Since Hermione was not generally prone to flights of fanciful exaggeration, Julia realised that the nascent relationship must have been a disaster of epic proportions to produce such abysmal prose from her old friend. She merely nodded encouragingly, and allowed Hermione to spill her guts.
�It was all my fault,� Hermione moaned wretchedly. �I was being a bitch, and making some really nasty comments about another one of the girls and her behaviour, and it came back to bite me. This girl - Pansy - has spent the whole six years chasing after this one boy - Draco Malfoy -�
�Oh, I remember you mentioning him,� Julia interjected thoughtfully. �He�s the one with the attitude problem, and the stuck-up parents, isn�t he? I remember him because he has such a weird name.�
Hermione nodded; it was almost amusing to hear Julia�s unbiased assessment of Draco�s character. Take away all the bigotry, pureblood rhetoric and wizarding nobility, and Julia had nailed the family right on the head.
Hermione grinned wryly; oh, she had definitely needed to hear this laid bare in Julia�s no nonsense manner. �Yes, that�s him,� she agreed. �Well, Pansy has always rather fancied herself as the next Mrs Malfoy - they are filthy stinking rich after all - and it happened that one day I was walking along a corridor with some other girls in my house, and we somehow got to talking about Quidditch -�
It may be pertinent to point out at this juncture that whenever Hermione was around her old friends in her Muggle life, she made free with the use of a simple hex which was very popular with first and second year students. Obviously they did not have the same uses for it as Hermione - within the walls of Hogwarts, most youngsters found it absolutely hilarious to jinx their friends and rivals to the involuntary utterance of crudities in place of some otherwise innocent word which the speaker couldn�t avoid using in sentences. It was an amusing and mostly harmless hex which most students grew out of when their fascination with toilet humour and body parts moved from the speculative to the experimental stage.
Hermione had long since realised that to try and guard her usage of wizarding words when amongst her friends made for stilted and awkward conversations; she constantly stopped in the middle of sentences to be sure to select the correct word, and made people very suspicious of her despite her efforts not to draw attention to herself. Now she judiciously applied the babbling hex whenever she anticipated being amongst a large number of Muggles, and thus when she said Quidditch they heard rugby. She had at first considered football as a substitute word, but she honestly thought that rugby was nearer to Quidditch in terms of violence and injuries sustained.
� - he is of course, Captain of his House Quidditch team, and he has dozens of little groupies running after him. We were all being catty about Pansy trying to warn off the other girls, and I just suddenly started pretending to be Pansy -- acting out what I thought she would say to him if they were in bed together. It was all so random and mean, but afterwards, I suddenly realised that I had actually started looking at him in that way now.�
�That can happen,� Julia said wisely. �It�s as if, up until that exact moment, he was totally a-sexual to you. A hermaphrodite, if you will - but saying those things forced you to acknowledge that he was a member of the opposite sex - and I�m going out on a limb here, but I�m guessing a really hot member of the opposite sex?�
Hermione nodded reluctantly. �You have no idea how it pains me to admit it, but yes. I thought I had lost my marbles for sure. You can�t imagine how foul he�s been to us ever since we were in first year. Such an obnoxious snob - convinced his family was better than anybody�s. He and Ron despise each other with a passion, and his father looks down on Ron�s family because they�re not very well off - and, well I guess Draco tried to make friends with Harry at the start of our first year, but Harry chose to be friends with Ron instead - so that was another thing he spent years taunting us about.�
�So he�s a real jerk, then?� Julia declared. �Spoilt, pampered little rich boy, used to getting whatever he wants whenever he wants it? And yet somehow a conversation about how you and Ron got together has turned out to be all about him instead. So, I�m going to have to deduce that the Rotten Bastard is in fact the one responsible for your current charming neck adornment?�
�Yes, damnit!� Hermione sighed throwing herself face down on Julia�s bed and hitting her fists on the quilt. She rolled over onto her back and stared at the ceiling, �and the worst thing is, I think Ron would take me back in a heartbeat if I said the word. I kind of let him think I didn�t have time for romance because I was too busy with studying and the Head Girl duties.�
�So you and Draco aren�t actually together then?� Julia asked, obviously perplexed.
Hermione flushed, �Define together,� she muttered.
Julia frowned. �Well, Minnie - he�s chewing on your neck and leaving bruises, so I would have to say it�s moved beyond the �distant acquaintance� stage, wouldn�t you?�
Hermione nodded grimly; despite having come here with the intention of telling everything, in reality it was proving far harder than she had imagined. �I suppose we are sort of together,� she admitted. �It�s never actually been said or anything, and no one at school knows anything - well, actually Ginny does, but she won�t tell anyone - �
�Hang on a tick!� Julia said. �Ron�s sister knows you dumped her brother for another guy, and she�s okay with it? This is just getting weirder and weirder; I think you should backtrack to that conversation in the corridor and tell me the whole lot!�
Hermione did just that, and Julia managed to restrict herself to minimal interruptions when she absolutely couldn�t resist. At the end of the tale she shook her head, but the most she found to say was, �Hermione that whole Romeo and Juliet thing is so last year. If you both want to be together you shouldn�t have to hide away in case his Dad blows a gasket. He�ll just have to deal - for Heaven�s sake, half the people I know say their parent�s can�t stand their boyfriends. Papa Malfoy will get over it - and if it doesn�t work out between you, it won�t have mattered a hill of beans whether he ever likes you. Let�s face it - how many people actually end up with the first person they ever went out with?�
Hermione nodded wryly. It didn�t seem necessary to say that in the Wizarding world most people did marry young, and to someone they met in school. Even though she lived it, Hermione found it very hard sometimes to reconcile how archaic some wizarding traditions were compared to their Muggle counterparts - yet the magical folk still maintained it was the Muggles who were lagging behind. She believed a 100% in what Julia said about hiding, but the subtle nuances of power and threat that hovered over the wizarding world made openness dangerous and discretion the better part of valour.
�I know, Jules,� Hermione replied. �But it really is more sensible to keep a low profile just now. We leave school in six months and who knows what will have happened by then - I�d just feel more comfortable facing up to his family when it isn�t quite so new, you know?�
Julia nodded. �Well, you know these people better than I do, so I expect you�re right,� she said. �Have you got him anything for Christmas yet? Are you going to be seeing him over the holidays?�
�I don�t imagine so,� Hermione said sadly. �We didn�t even mention it. He lives in Wiltshire - so it�s a long way away. We might write I suppose��
�Can�t you even ring him?� Julia asked appalled. �Won�t his parents even let you talk to him on the phone?�
Hermione wrinkled her nose, for this was one of the most frequent pitfalls of Muggle life - trying to explain to people why she couldn�t simply ring her school friends. She still hadn�t found a story she felt happy using to explain their lack of telecommunications. �Um - no, he doesn�t have a cellphone,� she muttered, �and I�m sure his family is the kind that has caller id -� (they certainly would be in Julia�s cognizance) �- so I�m not going to push it. If he calls me, though�� she smiled wryly at the picture of Draco in a public phone box trying to ring her house. He may be the star of Professor DiBona�s Muggle Studies class and a genius at charming electrical appliances to work in Hogwarts, but without Muggle money or a phone card, he would have difficulty getting in contact with her in the non-magical manner.
�Have you slept with him yet?� Julia asked baldly, and Hermione jerked out of her reverie with a start, glaring at her friend in acute embarrassment. �What? Don�t give me that look - it�s a perfectly reasonable question. I was there remember - when you made that appointment to see Dr Elliott and get on the pill. I know it was mostly for Ron�s benefit, but that doesn�t mean you stopped taking them when you and he didn�t work out!�
�Julia!� Hermione exclaimed. �I cannot believe you! Is nothing sacred to you?�
�Obviously not,� the other girl retorted. �So spill - damn I wish my parents were as progressive as yours. What I wouldn�t give to be at a co-ed boarding school instead of stuck up there in Leicester surrounded by all that raging femininity. But at least I get to come home at weekends; can you imagine how awful it is for Mel? Come on, Minnie - tell me - how easy is it for you to get shagged? Or are they fanatically strict about access to dormitories and fraternisation?�

Hermione sighed as she looked at her friends avid face. �It�s not easy -� she replied honestly. �Girls are allowed into the boys dorms, but there are - restrictions on the opposite. But where there�s a will there�s a way. There�s always the Quidditch field, and it�s a very old building - there�s dozens of nooks and crannies for people to hide in. The prefects and teachers are supposed to patrol the corridors at night and catch kids behaving inappropriately. I�ve been deducting House points from heaps of students ever since I made prefect in 5^th year for doing that sort of thing and getting caught.�
�But you have a private room this year - don�t you?� Julia questioned. �Isn�t that one of the perks of being the Head Girl that you told me about?� Hermione nodded resignedly. Sometime it was a curse to have a friend with an excellent memory. �So all you have to do is sneak him in past the Head Boy, and Bob�s your Uncle.�
�Julia!� Hermione exclaimed resignedly. �He is the Head Boy, as I am sure you also remember perfectly well!� Julia giggled, indicating that she did indeed recall this fact quite well. �Yes! Okay? Yes! Are you happy now?�
Julia�s face sobered but her eyes were still sparkling. �Only if you are, Minnie,� she said seriously. �But if I had to hazard a guess, it would be that he certainly knows how to make you happy.�

Hermione blushed brightly; she couldn�t remember now why she had decided she wanted to tell Julia about this so badly. It was certainly turning out to be a lot more embarrassing than she had imagined - maybe because being unencumbered by a suitable fear of and distaste for the Malfoy name, Julia was actually treating it like a normal teenage relationship, and despite Hermione wanting it to appear as such, she was unable to delude herself that it was now or ever could be simply normal.

However, she decided to allow herself a little pun. It was Christmas after all, �Yes, he�s a wizard in that department.� She said truthfully, and both girls giggled hysterically albeit for different reasons.
�Come on,� Hermione said determinedly as they finally managed to stop laughing. �I do want to go shopping before Dad gets home this afternoon. I know exactly what I want to get Draco for Christmas.�
Julia looked interested. �Oh - so what do you get the guy who already has everything - money, looks and my best friend Minnie Granger?�
�I want to get him a cd,� Hermione replied. �I�m going to get him Breathe by Faith Hill.�
�Faith Hill?� Julia asked wrinkling her nose. �He�s into country music? I wouldn�t have imagined that from what you�ve said about him in the past.�
�No, of course he�s not into country music,� Hermione laughed, finding the idea of Draco as a country fan rather endearing. �You would never have heard of the kind of music he usually listens to. It�s really different. But that�s kind of the song that started it all - the Headmaster made us dance together at the Halloween party, and that was playing - and I just wanted to buy it for him.�
Julia felt her insides getting all mushy as Hermione confessed this, �Awww, Minnie - that�s so sweet,� she sighed. �Boy - you�ve got it bad, haven�t you - you big old sappy romantic! Come on then - let�s get you to a music store.�
And that was the problem, Hermione reflected as Julia began searching under her bed for her socks and trainers; she did �have it bad� but she really had no idea if Draco was there with her or not.

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I apologise for the complete lack of Draco in this chapter; I had planned to cover both of their homecomings, however Julia just would not stop talking! In the next chapter we shall visit him and see how his Christmas holiday is starting off. I can assure you it won�t be as well as Hermione�s.
Hermione�s Muggle background has been represented in FanFiction in many ways - when it has been addressed at all - adopted, abusive, horrendously Americanized - but I quite like what I have come up with; I think it flows logically that she would have come to Hogwarts from a private education where many of her peers were also destined for a boarding school. I don�t hold with the idea that her parents don�t care for or understand her magical ability, or that they would disown her or expect her to choose between both worlds.
I hope you like my small insight into the Granger household, and rest assured there will be more Muggle-Time before they go back to school.
Once again, a great huge thank you to all my reviewers, and to those of you who voted for Meet the Grangers in the Dangerous Liaisons awards. That story really was a one-shot for Raffy�s Christmas gift. One day I may get around to writing what actually happens when Draco does meet the Grangers, but until then you will have to wonder whether he will meet them in this story or not�.?

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