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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
- 4
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- 6
This all belongs to someone else, who is not me.
Chapter Five
Hermione�s first class was Herbology which all four houses took together, as fewer of the 7^th years had chosen it as an elective. Only Hermione, Neville and Parvati took it from Gryffindor, and for Hermione it was an extra credit class as she had not yet decided whether she wanted to join the ministry, go on to university or into medicine after this year. She was quite grateful to be away from the pressure of her own thoughts, and the presence of both Ron and Draco.
But alas, relief was not to be forthcoming. Parvati was dancing with anticipation of being the first person to actually hear the story from Hermione�s own lips. They had barely left the castle on their way to the greenhouses before she was demanding details of what had happened and how.
�Mione, what did he do - did he ask you out? Did you get tired of waiting for him to do it? Did you ask him out? He�s had a thing for you since third year - what made him do it now? Did he kiss you or did you kiss him? Is he any good -?�
�Parvati,� Neville interrupted her flow. �Leave Hermione alone. It�s private between she and Ron anyway. Maybe she doesn�t want to share every last little detail with you!�
Parvati rolled her eyes at Neville. They had been together since the middle of 6^th year, and Hermione, Lavender and her sister had been updated with every single moment of their courtship almost while it was occurring, and consequently Hermione knew far more about Neville Longbottom than she had ever wished to. �Later,� Parvati mouthed to Hermione, winking at her behind Neville�s back as they reached greenhouse 3, and Hermione thanked Merlin that she no longer shared a dormitory with Parvati and Lavender. Maybe she could avoid later with the fortuitous use of hiding. She wanted to hide from everyone at the moment, including Ron and she was ashamed of herself.
Professor Sprout was waiting for them wearing a leather apron and stout leather gloves. There were twelve students altogether and so far this year they had been involved only in autumn cleanup and harvesting of certain plants for Professor Snape�s use. Hermione vaguely remembered that Professor Sprout had mentioned assigning this term�s project today and fervently hoped she would not be paired with Parvati for that would allow the inquisition to begin.
Of course, given the way her week had been going so far (and it was only Tuesday) Hermione should have guessed that Professor Sprout would find some new and incomprehensible form of torture for the Head Girl.
�Hermione, dear, I would like you and Pansy to work together on this,� the professor said handing out clay pots and a large wooden box to each pair as she assigned them.
Pansy and Hermione looked at each other in consternation. They had been paired once before in a 6^th year Transfiguration project, but this had only been for 2 classes and had not been exactly an experience either had ever wished to revisit.
Hermione couldn�t believe how badly her day was going. Of all people to be assigned to, at this moment she could think that only Draco Malfoy would be a worse choice. A major part of her current disquiet stemmed from her guilt over her bitchiness towards Pansy in the potions corridor yesterday, coupled with a vague (and never-to-be-admitted) fear that she fancied Pansy�s boyfriend. Or Not-Boyfriend. But whatever he was or was not to Pansy, she was obviously jealous and possessive of him. Just great!

Strangely enough it was Pansy who recovered first. She nodded curtly to Hermione as she moved over to join her assigned partner. �Hermione,� she acknowledged briefly, and this surprised Hermione even more. Pansy generally preferred Mudblood as a salutation, or in the presence of teachers, a curt Granger was the politest she could expect. She didn�t think in the previous six years she had ever heard Pansy call her by her first name. Even Draco Malfoy had used it more - mostly to mock her, true, but he had spoken it nonetheless. And how had her thoughts twisted themselves around to him again?

�Pansy,� she greeted back, and they sat down at a respectable distance from each other as Professor Sprout began to give instructions on the use of the wooden box. It had a glass lid, and Professor Sprout explained it was an individual greenhouse. They would be growing a Venis Venomulim within it, which was a particularly aggressive and venomous predatory plant that captured its prey by injecting a poison into the body to paralyze it so the Venis could digest it at leisure.
According to Professor Sprout the plant preyed mostly on domestic animals which wandered too near to its vine like tendrils. A mature plant could grow to three feet high, but the vines could have a reach of six to nine feet. Luckily they were rare in Britain as they disliked the cool damp climate. Hence the individual greenhouses, which were lead lined and had a volume mass illusion charm cast upon them to enable the plants to grow to maturity in a strictly controlled environment, and also to enable the students to move the boxes more easily.
�Why would we want to be cultivating such an unpleasant plant?� Parvati asked the question that was on every student�s mind.
�Indeed,� Professor Sprout answered. �Why should we do such a thing? Well, obviously for all its apparent unpleasantness, it has a useful function. The sap is prolific and has many other qualities aside from the production of an antidote to the Venis� own poison. It is particularly important in the production of infertility potions. Once you have grown and harvested your plant, you will be using the sap for your NEWT potions paper with Professor Snape. This plant is going to be a very important part of your whole final year at Hogwarts. But I expect that by 7^th year you should all be mature and experienced enough to complete this assignment in good health and with all your body parts intact!�
The students all exchanged glances and rolled their eyes at each other. Hermione wasn�t sure if it was a good or bad thing that she was paired with Pansy in the care of such a dangerous plant. It could go either way; Pansy might expect her to do all the work, and thus she could ensure it was all done correctly but be overstretched by the workload. Or Pansy could insist on doing her share and possibly cause an accident to occur to either herself or Hermione. It wasn�t that Pansy was an unskilled witch, or that Hermione thought she might deliberately sabotage a project, but without conceit, she knew that Pansy was not in her own league, and unlike other partners less skilled than herself with whom Hermione had worked before, she didn�t think Pansy would take kindly to being - guided - by someone she regarded as a social inferior to her in every way.
�Is the venom fatal or just a paralytic?� Hermione asked Professor Sprout, wanting to arrange all her liabilities clearly in her head.
�From a seedling, all you might suffer is a few days cramping and vomiting in the hospital wing, but a mature plant anything from six months of age is quite capable of killing an adult human. Which is of course why Professor Snape keeps an antidote and why we send to sap to him each year when the plants mature sufficiently.� Sprout replied.
�Professor, I�m not taking potions this year,� Pansy put in. �I didn�t need it for my future plans. How will that affect my grade?�
Hermione frowned. Truthfully, whilst listening to Professor Sprout extol the questionable virtues of the Venis, she had forgotten that Pansy was not in her Advanced Potions class. She hadn�t really paid much attention to the girl in the past six years, unless Pansy was actually in her face, insulting her or mocking her, with Malfoy smirking and egging her on in the background. It was a valid question and she wondered how it would affect both their marks.
�Professor Snape will be making allowances for that. Hermione will not have to do all the work alone,� Sprout said, assuring both girls. �Of course, your own marks will be adjusted accordingly, Miss Parkinson. Now, let�s get started with habitat. Neville, Jayne, come with me, we need to get some potting soil. The rest of you, begin reading at P262, and I will want to hear what you have learnt about the Venis when we get back.�
Professor Sprout scuttled out of the greenhouse with Neville and Jayne, a 7^th year Ravenclaw, on her heels. There was a rustling of pages as nine of the remaining ten students opened their text books, but Pansy just studied Hermione out of the corner of her eye as if she was making up her mind whether to speak or not.
Finally, she apparently decided to take the chance. �Hermione,� she began, and Hermione was again surprised at the use of her name. �I know you and I haven�t been friends or even really acquaintances since we started here -�
�True,� Hermione agreed dryly.
Pansy beamed as the sarcasm sailed right over her head. It was quite unnerving, and Hermione had never before thought she had a nervous disposition. �It is true,� she said excitedly. �But you�re a Gryffindor and the Head Girl, so I figure you�re kind of morally obliged to help other students. It�s what your sort does. So, I need you to help me with something.�

My sort? Hermione thought as she sighed. �Pansy, I will do whatever I need to do to make sure we both get a good grade on this project. You know that.�
�Oh, of course I do,� Pansy dismissed airily. �That�s not what I�m talking about. I need you to do something more personal for me. I wasn�t sure if I could ask you at first, but then I saw that you and that Weasel person had gotten together, so I knew it was OK!� she finished brightly, and Hermione was forced to admit that her assessment of the other girl yesterday had been accurate in spite of its harshness. What a total airhead! And what possible influence could hearing that she had started dating Ron have had on Pansy�s decision to ask a favour of her? Wait - they already knew in Slytherin that she and Ron were an item? Did Draco - No, Hermione, you are not going there. No, no no nonono! That way lies insanity!!

�What would you like me to do?� Hermione asked. �I�m not making any promises though, but I will listen to what you have in mind and consider it.�
Pansy looked furtively around the greenhouse and upon finding that all the other students were conscientiously reading their texts, she sidled closer to Hermione and in a low voice confessed, �I want you to watch Draco for me -�

�What?� Hermione squeaked, and would have leapt out of her seat if Pansy�s hand had not shot out and held her down with a bruising grip. �You want me to what?� she hissed, stopping Pansy mid flow.
The other students turned to look at her curiously and Pansy gave them a patented Slytherin scowl which sent most of them back to their text books. Only Parvati continued studying her friend and the blonde girl for a moment longer. Hermione had never had a panic attack but she thought this must be what one felt like. Had Pansy heard her yesterday? Oh, God, what if Pansy could perform Legillimency? What if she could tell that Hermione had been looking at Draco and had seen him? Her palms began to sweat, and she could barely hear what Pansy was saying to her above the sound of her racing heartbeat in her ears.
�Shhh,� Pansy was muttering. �Don�t be so bloody dramatic Granger. You have no idea how much I hate having to ask you of all people, to help me. But I am intelligent enough to know that I can�t do everything myself, and as you are Head Girl and share a common room with Draco, there really is no one else!�
Hermione calmed slightly, wondering if what Pansy really wanted was a spy. Surely anyone in Slytherin would do a better job of that than her, she thought, and said so.
�No, Hermione, you have to help me,� Pansy pleaded, and Hermione got the odd impression that she was on the brink of tears. But then again, she was a Slytherin and it could all be a well rehearsed act. �I know you don�t like Draco - or any of us really, and I expect we probably deserve that - well a bit maybe. But I�m in love with Draco and I�m losing him and I don�t know why. I was hoping that now you�re with Weasley, you could relate to how I�m feeling better��
Her relief that she hadn�t been caught out in her sudden awareness of Draco Malfoy totally overshadowed any consideration of the absolute weirdness of this conversation in Hermione�s head. It was this overwhelming relief which prompted her to allow Pansy to continue instead of shutting her down with an immediate refusal as she should have done.
�I am not going to spy for you, Pansy,� she said. �And I honestly don�t know what makes you think I could help you anyway. Malfoy can�t stand me, and I don�t know why you think I of all people could gain his confidence. If you think he�s slipping away and you feel he�s worth keeping you would be better off talking to him about this. Not me.� She was quite proud of this response, delivered calmly and logically with not a sign of her own inner turmoil.
�I don�t want you to spy,� Pansy protested. �But you share quarters with him, and you must be able to see - things. You are so much closer to him than anyone else this year. I just need to know if he�s got someone new - if I still have a chance. Please Hermione, I�m so afraid of losing him -�
�But Pansy, you�re wrong. I hardly ever see him. Just because the Head Boy and Girl have adjoining quarters doesn�t mean they are always together. I only sleep in my room; I still spend most of my time with my friends. I�ve probably only passed Malfoy in the sitting room three times since the beginning of school, and it was only passing. Not even a conversation!�
�Draco hardly ever comes back to Slytherin,� Pansy said mournfully. �He spends all his time in his new rooms, if he isn�t tutoring those idiots Vince and Greg, or listening to all those idiot lower years running to him with their problems. I miss him so much.�
Hermione narrowed her eyes and looked at Pansy. Apparently she had no idea how revealing that complaint had been. Was Draco really changing that much? She had of course noticed he�d been less confrontational with Ron and Harry last year but to have changed within his own house was unbelievable.
�Of course, Vince and Greg would never have made it past 4^th year without him,� Pansy grumbled, �But at least I could see him then.� She looked at Hermione then and must have been alarmed by her expression, because she suddenly rushed on. �Don�t you see, that�s why this is perfect! I Just want an impartial opinion on whether he has moved on. After that, I�ll deal with it myself. There isn�t a single other girl I�d trust in the whole school not to have an ulterior motive. It is Draco after all.�
�But -� Hermione tried again, unwilling to admit that all of a sudden she found herself in that untrustworthy category as well.
Pansy shook her head and pleaded silently with her eyes. �Please Hermione. I�m not asking you to do anything, not give names or follow him around the school, just to have an opinion. You�d have opinions anyway - you�re probably the most opinionated witch in the whole school. You have opinions on everything. Just have an opinion on this for me!�
Hermione looked at her curiously. She could feel herself wavering and not alas because of Pansy�s feelings. How ironic that Pansy should trust Hermione when she herself felt she was the most dangerous choice of all.
�Don�t say anything now.� Pansy hissed. �Professor Sprout is coming back. Think about it and tell me after class.�

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�Why do you want him back so badly?� Hermione asked. Herbology had finished, and they were walking back to the castle. Neville and Parvati had given Hermione some very odd looks when she stayed beside Pansy, but seemed to believe that she would need to straighten out some rules for the project and had moved on ahead. �Even I know he�s never been an - exclusive - kind of person. He�s been drifting away from you for quite a while now.�
�Yes, but he always comes back to me,� Pansy said, and Hermione made a face. �Bleugh, I know what you�re thinking - where�s my pride? There�s more things to life than pride, Granger. I only hope Weasley is man enough to show you that!�
Hermione couldn�t prevent the question, even though she knew the very asking of it implied agreement to Pansy�s request. �Is he really that good?�
�Granger, you have no idea,� Pansy replied and Hermione supposed that was exactly the problem. She was inexperienced and she didn�t know. Maybe soon she would. Ron had certainly seemed capable enough in the kissing department.
�Anyway,� Pansy continued. �Dumbledore will be expecting you to start arranging the Halloween and 7^th year social soon, that�s part of your Head student duties isn�t it? You�ll have to spend plenty of time with him when that starts, so you could go and get an early jump on it. Give you an excuse to start up a conversation with him. It�s the sort of thing he�d expect from a - conscientious Gryffindor like you!�
Hermione had the distinct feeling that Pansy had changed her description at the last minute and wondered what unflattering thing had been her first choice of adjective. However, again Pansy�s words managed to unsettle Hermione. Of course she had known that the coordination of the social calendar fell upon the Head Boy and Girl; it had been explained to them both as they had met with the faculty on the second day of term, and they had both been prefects for the previous two years. At that time, Hermione had vaguely hoped that Malfoy would pull his weight, and not leave it all to her, but any consideration of the time they would need to spend together had been irrelevant to her.
She couldn�t believe that it had been Pansy who had brought back to mind just how much time she would actually have to spend with the Head Boy in the not to distant future, whether she was forming an opinion or not. She couldn�t believe that with all the other thoughts which had been running rampant around her traitorous mind in the past twelve hours, she could have overlooked that.
�Ok,� she said abruptly. Perhaps she would feel better if she could make herself believe she was only with him for Pansy�s sake, and not for any desire on her own part to be there. �I will look and see what I think. There will be no names and no telling of tales. I will give you an opinion, and that�s all it will be. My own personal opinion. I might be right or I might be wrong, but you will never use my opinion as basis for any malice or harm towards anyone, male or female. Are we quite clear on that?�
�Yes, yes. No names. Be nice. Absolutely clear. Thank you Hermione,� Pansy trilled.
�As a matter of curiosity, what made you decide he was seeing someone else?� Hermione asked. �It might help if I knew what to look for as I am hardly on familiar terms with Draco Malfoy.� Bad, bad Hermione. What has come over you?

Pansy looked speculatively at Hermione and decided to give as much of the truth as she thought necessary. Besides, it would probably shock the virginal little Gryffindor, and Pansy had a bad taste in her mouth. She had spent too long today playing nice in order to get Granger to do as she wanted, and it was making her feel dirty to be so polite to the little Mudblood.
She lowered her voice confidentially and leaned towards Hermione. Instinct made Hermione lean in also. �Well, I was in the middle of giving him a blow job yesterday afternoon, and he just changed his mind. Just like that. Shoved me away before he had cum -� she chanced a look at Hermione to see if she should elaborate, and finding that the Head Girl was absolutely scarlet, decided to shock her even more. �He left me there on my knees and charged off with such a boner, I�m surprised he could even walk. So don�t tell me he didn�t have someone else in mind to take care of it for him. Draco doesn�t need to play solo.�
She looked at Hermione as she finished, seemingly awaiting a response, and Hermione struggled with her embarrassment to find an appropriate reply. Pansy looked at the ground to hide her delight in the other girl�s reaction. It was almost enough fun to be worth demeaning herself in front of the Muggle.
Truly, she would never have been as graphic about her experience with Draco were she talking to any of the other girls in the school for she felt threatened by all of them, and was unwilling to share the tiniest detail about Draco in case they tried to take him from her.
In fact, Pansy�s relationship with Draco was not at all what most people imagined; aside from a few episodes during the 5^th year when Draco had been going through his insane Umbridge phase, there had actually been no sex at all. If she offered frequently enough, he might sometimes let her give him a blow job, and if she was really lucky he might use his fingers to finish her off, but as he had never yet publicly denied any of her insinuations, Pansy kept right on making them.
She knew perfectly well about the girl in Hogsmeade, a witch in her early twenties who had attended Beauxbatons, and had worked for the Apothecary. She knew also that Draco hadn�t visited her all Summer and thanks to Pansy he now wouldn�t be doing so any time soon. This was her last year to catch him, and she was prepared to do anything necessary. Even demeaning herself before little Miss Perfect Head Girl Granger.
Actually, if he hadn�t been so rich and gorgeous, Pansy might have given up on him entirely in the past year. She certainly wasn�t sure she liked the way he had been behaving since his father had been sent to Azkaban. He had lost his wild and ruthless streak, and although he was just as cutting and snarky in confrontational situations he didn�t instigate them in the manner he had been used to.
He had spent a lot more time in the previous year actually studying in the Slytherin common room. He openly tutored those moronic idiots, Crabbe and Goyle, and although he had been doing that for years, he had hidden the fact before. And he actually stopped abusing his prefect status.
This term, since he had been awarded the Head Boy position, Pansy had hardly seen him; he had private rooms, his own study. He only returned to the Slytherin dormitories to conduct his counseling sessions in his Head Boy capacity. Pansy didn�t have the ability to take classes at the level he was studying and she was getting desperate. When he had allowed her to maneuver him into the nook off the potions corridor yesterday, she had let herself hope that things were on the mend between them, but his sudden rejection of her when she was sure that he was on the very edge of cumming had led her to today�s desperate act.
Hermione could barely think of how to respond to Pansy. She knew quite well that the Slytherin girl was deliberately trying to shock her; she must be completely desperate to ask for help from someone she despised as thoroughly as she did Hermione, and was lashing out even as she asked for help.
Fortunately, Pansy couldn�t know that Hermione�s embarrassment came not from her crudeness but from the gloriously graphic colour images of a naked and aroused Draco Malfoy that her words created in Hermione�s mind. A Draco who was aroused by her and waiting sprawled on that Slytherin bed she had envisaged yesterday for her to join him.
Hermione restlessly pressed her legs together and got a further shock from the tingles that spread out from her aching centre. Oh, God, this was wrong on so many levels she couldn�t even begin to comprehend the magnitude of the wrongness of it.

�Pansy, I think this is a really bad idea, after all.� She said firmly. She couldn�t do this. There was no way she could allow herself to go anywhere near Draco Malfoy when just thinking about him could make her ache like this. Gods, what about Ron?
�Nonsense,� Pansy said brightly. �It will work out just fine. You just tell me if you think he�s seeing someone new, and I�ll take care of the rest.� They had just reached the castle and before Hermione could say another word, Pansy spun away in the direction of the dungeons and Hermione was left standing in the doorway, uncomfortably aroused and sure she had just agreed to something really stupid.
It was only much later that night as she tossed restlessly in her bed trying not to think about the fact that certain blond Slytherins were laying (possibly naked, Oh God) not twenty feet away, when Pansy�s parting words came back to her, and she remembered what Amber Sheldon had said yesterday about Pansy casting a fidelity hex on Draco.

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Thank you again to all who reviewed.
There will be smutty stuff; I�m thinking round about chapter 12 or 13. Actually, a lot of it is already written (because I just couldn�t wait, like I am making you guys do). Can�t have them leaping into bed too fast - wouldn�t be realistic, but when they do, I think they�ll stay there for quite a while�..
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