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Pansy's Volcano	By : Bluemidget57 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 206366 -:- Recommendations : 6 -:- Currently Reading : 8
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Chapter List
- 1-Pansy's Volcano
- 2-Two
- 3-Three
- 4-Four
- 5-Five
- 6-Six
- 7-Seven
- 8-Eight
- 9-Nine
- 10-Ten
- 11-Eleven
- 12-Twelve
- 13-Thirteen
- 14-Fourteen
- 15-Fifteen
- 16-Sixteen
- 17-Seventeen
- 18-Eighteen
- 19-Nineteen
- 20-Twenty
- 21-Twenty one
- 22-Twenty Two
- 23-Twenty Three
- 24-Twenty Four
- 25-Twenty Five
- 26-Twnety Six
- 27-Twenty Seven
- 28-Twenty Eight
- 29-Twenty Nine
- 30-Thirty
- 31-Thirty one
- 32-Thirty Two
- 33-Thirty Three
- 34-Thirty Four
- 35-Thirty Five
- 36-Thirty Six
- 37-Thirty Seven
- 38-Thirty Eight
- 39-Thirty Nine
- 40-Forty
- 41-Forty One
- 42-Forty Two
- 43-Forty Three
- 44-Forty Four
- 45-Forty Five
- 46-Forty Six
- 47-Forty Seven
- 48-Forty Eight
- 49-Forty Nine
- 50-Fifty
- 51-Fifty One
- 52-52
- 53-53
- 54-54
- 55-55
- 52
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Hermione opened her eyes and found herself staring into the fuzzy marmalade face of her cat; he had apparently been swatting her arm and demanding that she get up to feed him. Being awakened by an impatient, hungry feline was something she had certainly not lamented since Draco hijacked her into his bedroom and shut Crookshanks out in the study.
She squinted at her clock and moaned; it was early but not too early to get up - if she insisted on another thirty minutes she would probably end up missing breakfast, and having to rush to class. Blasted cat. It wasn�t fair that he was always right.
It was only at this point that she became aware of the arm wrapped around her waist and the leg insinuated between her own. Draco. He must have returned after she fell asleep last night. She wondered why he hadn�t woken her and celebrated their reunion in a more satisfactory manner than simply cuddling. She wriggled onto her back so that she could see him, but he didn�t stir, just following her movements without waking so that he never lost contact with her.
He looked exhausted, and she wondered what had occurred to keep him away yesterday. Crookshanks began kneading her thigh with his claws barely sheathed, and she glared at him. �Stop it!� She hissed quietly. �I�m getting up.� She extricated herself with some difficulty from Draco�s vine-like embrace, trying to be careful not to wake him; obviously he needed his sleep, which was no doubt why he chose to do no more than climb into bed naked with her last night.
Hermione pulled her slippers on, and wrapped a fleece robe around her shoulders. Although their rooms were charmed to a certain temperature, until the fire was blazing merrily, the winter months could still cast a penetrating chill over the castle in the early mornings.
Crookshanks wound himself around her ankles as she scooped some cat food into a dish by the study door. Despite her opinions on the matter, the house elves would have it cleaned and the lingering fishy bouquet banished before they returned from class. Hermione made her way into the shower whilst her cat finished his breakfast; he knew a multitude of ways to escape from the Head�s common room, but still hadn�t managed to work out how to open a tin of cat food.
When Hermione retuned to her bedroom, Crookshanks was long gone and his dish licked clean. Draco however, was still sleeping heavily, spread-eagled over her bed in much the manner of their first night together, his face mashed into her pillow, but this time he was burrowed deep under the covers so that Hermione had no opportunity to admire his bum.
She picked up a scrap of parchment from her bedside table and scribbled a quick note on it, You looked exhausted, so I left you to sleep. I will see you in class when you wake up. I don�t think you have anything until Potions in 2^nd period, which she left on the pillow right beside his head where he couldn�t miss it when he awoke.
She was relieved to find that Professor Dumbledore had returned to the castle when she joined the other Gryffindors in the Great Hall. Most of the students seemed more relaxed after confirming his presence, although Hermione noticed that the atmosphere was far less jovial at the High Table. As she watched from the corner of her eye, Professors McGonagall and Snape were leaning over to the Headmaster, seemingly involved in a tense discussion. The Head of Slytherin appeared particularly troubled, for his sneer was even more pronounced than usual.
Eventually the debate concluded and Professor Snape rose from his meal. However, instead of leaving the room by the teacher�s door behind the High Table, he swept down the Hall between the House tables, stopping finally behind Pansy Parkinson who Hermione could see even from this distance, was literally quaking with nerves.
�Miss Parkinson, I believe we have an appointment tonight at 8:00.� He spoke directly over her head, his voice low and oily, but his words carried to every corner of the room as his progress down the Hall had halted practically all conversations taking place - the participants fearing that they may have somehow inadvertently drawn the attention of the Great Bat of the Dungeons. Their relief in discovering the wrongdoer to be not only someone else, but a Slytherin to boot, led to virtually every student in the room straining to hear exactly what Pansy was in trouble for. �My classroom. Don�t be late.� Snape finished curtly, and strode away, his robes swirling despite the non-existent breeze.
Like a baying pack of wolves deprived of the kill, those residents of other houses who were currently present chose to speculate wildly amongst themselves upon what Pansy Parkinson could have done to incur the displeasure of her Head of House, who was infamous for favoring his own. The Slytherins, who knew quite well Pansy�s offense, sent the shaking girl various looks ranging from sympathy to amusement to superiority.

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Draco woke slowly, with no particular memory of the previous day�s events. He felt a heavy weight on one of his feet, and opening his eyes, he found that it was Hermione�s cat. Rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, he glanced around to find that he was in the Head Girl�s room but she was nowhere in sight. Crookshanks hissed unhappily at being dislodged from his spot, and leapt off the bed, stalking out of the room with his tail straight in the air.
Recollection of Lucius� hearing pushed its way back into his conscious, and he groaned, falling back onto the pillows. Breathing deeply the lingering scent of Hermione�s shampoo managed to fill up a couple of minutes, as he tried to ignore his thoughts, and wondered why she had risen without waking him. His gaze fell finally on the parchment propped on the pillow beside him, and he unfolded it to read her explanations.
Sappy as it was, Draco couldn�t prevent the wry grin from spreading over his face as he considered the fact that both of them had chosen to leave the other to slumber undisturbed because they perceived each other to be more in need of rest than romance. It made everything seem so much more like a real relationship rather than a clandestine affair doomed to failure . Of course, that wasn�t to say he would have been in any way disappointed if he had woken up this morning to find his cock down Hermione�s throat, for instance.
He rolled out of bed, checking Hermione�s alarm clock, and decided if he was really quick he could probably make the very end of breakfast. Crookshanks glared at him from the back of the sofa where he had settled after being ousted from the bed, as Draco crossed the study to enter his own room and find a clean uniform. While he was glad to be back at Hogwarts, and within easy access of Hermione at all times, donning the colours and crest of his House only served to emphasise how much simpler it had been to spend time with her at Christmas, in the Muggle world where no one was judging them. And wasn�t that just the greatest irony of all?

It�s all so silly, he thought as he knotted his tie. After we leave here and go on to university or out to work, no one will give a fig what House we were in at school. All that will matter is whether you can do the job or not!

Pleased with the prospect of their relationship being marginally easier at the end of the year, Draco left the study and made his way as to the Great Hall quickly as possible without breaking into an undignified run. Suddenly last night�s sandwich didn�t seem to be working any more.
He was just approaching the doors when they opened and several of the older Slytherin girls exited, a pale and shaken Pansy Parkinson in the centre of the group. Draco stood patiently aside, more because he could see Hermione and her hangers-on following a few feet behind and wanting to stare at his witch, than out of any sense of chivalry.
His inattention was no doubt the reason that Pansy managed to get the jump on him - although to be fair, she had never previously shown any latent tendencies to harm him -rather the opposite, if truth be told. With a shriek of pure rage, she leapt from the centre of the cluster of girls, her fingers curled into claws and reaching out for his face. �You bastard,� she hissed. �You said something to him. I know you did!�
Mary and Millie made a fruitless attempt to grab onto the enraged prefect, but ended up holding only her unfastened robes which had slipped off her shoulders as she pounced. Draco instinctively swung his arm up to protect his face, as Pansy seemed to be aiming straight for his eyes. There was a moment of stunned confusion when everyone present winced expecting Pansy make contact, but it never happened.
Cautiously, Draco lowered his arms and found himself face to face with the spectacle of his totally enraged girlfriend planted between himself and Pansy; her wand pointed at the other girl�s temple, her wild hair almost crackling with wrath. The Slytherin girl was quivering with rage and humiliation, but sensibly refrained from giving the Head Girl any further reason to react.
Draco relaxed and straightened up; he was ridiculously pleased that Hermione had instinctively leapt to his defense, even though he had honestly only been fraction of a second from dealing with it himself. It wasn�t until she started speaking that he realised in his delight at her actions, he had overlooked their inability to admit publicly to their relationship. Thankfully, it seemed Hermione had not and her reactions apparently arose from a somewhat less romantic foundation.
�Parkinson, you are a prefect!� Hermione snarled, not dropping her wand from Pansy�s brow. �What in the name of God do you think you are doing attacking another student in the hallway, and the Head Boy at that. I had thought you were rather fond of him, or am I mistaken?� PotHead and the Weasel had come up behind her now flanking her on either side, not looking particularly happy at her actions but supporting her anyway. The She-Weasel was watching closely from the doorway.
Pansy muttered something which sounded a bit like, �Fuck you, Mudblood,� and Draco�s jaw hurt with the effort not to snap at her. The Slytherin girls had backed away, none of them willing to get involved with Pansy�s apparent insanity in the face of an enraged Head Girl and her cohorts.
�Give me one good reason, Parkinson - just one - why I shouldn�t march right back into the Great Hall and report you. I�m sure we can add at least another week of detentions onto the one you already have for tonight with Professor Snape,� Hermione growled.
Draco deemed it time that he involved himself. Potter was giving him a funny look - obviously wondering why he had allowed this to go on so long without intervening. He straightened up from the wall, and drawled out, �That�s enough, Granger. There�s no need to involve the faculty.� He waited until Hermione�s irritated focus swung from Pansy to himself, �I�m sure tonight will be unpleasant enough to give her plenty of fodder for contemplation,� he added smoothly once he had her full attention, drinking in the sight of amber flecks snapping in stormy brown eyes. She was absolutely glorious in a self-righteous temper.
Hermione slowly lowered her wand. �Very well, Malfoy. If you, as the wronged party have no wish to take it further, I shan�t. But believe me Parkinson, if I catch you so much as looking crookedly at a dust mite, I�ll have you in detention so fast you�ll have scorch marks on your shoes. Oh, and that�ll be 10 points from Slytherin for attacking another student, and I think another 10 for conduct unbecoming to a prefect. Just think yourself lucky you picked on someone in your own house or it would have been another 10 for not practicing Inter-House cooperation!�
�Hey!� Draco thought he should at least make an effort to protest the loss of points, but not very strenuously because the whole thing could have turned out much worse. Hermione turned back to face him from where she had been leading Potter and the Weasel away in the direction of the castle doors.
�Do you have a problem with my handling of the situation, Malfoy?� She asked coolly, raising an eyebrow in the manner of Snape, although the gaze she sent him was anything but cold. Draco found himself wanting to throw her down on the floor and take her in front of everyone who was now milling around trying to get the dirt on what had just occurred. He settled for licking his lips deliberately and smirked as her teeth sank into her bottom lip.
�You didn�t need to take so many points!� He complained, because some other comment was required to justify their staring match. Hermione snorted and turned back to the other Gryffindors. The last he saw of her was her bushy head turning back to scowl at Weasley as he protested to her,
�I know Parkinson�s a royal pain in the arse, Mione, but you could have left them to it. It was only Malfoy after all. He probably had it coming to him!� and his witch sighing in exasperation.
�She�s a prefect, Ron. So are you! And she was going to attack the Head Boy! Even if it is Malfoy, we still have to give the respect due to the position. Did you count exactly how many first and second years were milling about in the hallway? We cannot have that kind of behaviour in front of the younger kids, between people who have been chosen as peer leaders. It totally undermines any authority the faculty has given us.�
Potter was patting her shoulder and assuring her that she had done her best to rectify the situation when they disappeared through the doors and out of sight
The Slytherin girls were forcefully pushing Pansy away from the fallout of her own tantrum, wisely not allowing her to take a second shot at Draco. After he watched them retreat in the opposite direction, towards the dungeon, Draco turned to see if he could salvage anything from breakfast, and found himself face to face with Ginny Weasley.
She stared at him thoughtfully for several moments before moving out of his way. He nodded to her as he passed, and was surprised to hear her say, �Enjoy your meal, Draco,� before she headed off to whatever class she had first.
After managing to scrape together a few rashers of bacon and some cold toast, Draco took a leisurely stroll back to the study and collected his books for the rest of the day. He arrived in the potions classroom a good ten minutes before anyone else, and found the Head of Slytherin sitting as his desk marking third year essays. Professor Snape pushed aside the pile when he entered, and Draco could see slashes of red ink filling the margins of the top few offerings.
�Did you enjoy your holiday, Draco?� Snape asked as genially as was possible for him, and Draco knew without doubt that the older man had already heard about Lucius� parole. The only question begging an answer was which of his two masters had told him. Since his shift in perspective last year, Draco had become fairly cautious regarding the Head of Slytherin. Professor Dumbledore seemed to trust him, but his father also called him a friend and had often entertained him at their home.
Draco still hadn�t decided if Snape was playing one or both sides of the conflict, and so his reply was ambiguous. �It was a nice break,� he replied. �Mother and I went to Greece after Christmas, and I am sure you know what happened yesterday.�
�Yes, indeed.� Professor Snape replied. �A most puzzling decision by the Ministry given their zeal in locking your father away in the first place. However, I am sure your mother is happy with the prospect.�
This at least, Draco could respond to with confidence. �She is, but she doesn�t want to get her hopes up too high; there is still another hearing to attend, and nothing has been decided yet.� He replied.
Professor Snape nodded thoughtfully. �You have done an excellent job in your position so far this year,� he said ambiguously, seeming to change the conversation entirely. �I am sure I have no need to tell you I have been impressed by your conduct, even when certain of your peers have been less than mature in their own behaviour.�
With the knowledge of Pansy�s imminent detention, and her appalling display earlier which had apparently already reached the ears of Professor Snape, Draco deduced that this was a veiled reference to her. �You have also made an effort to work harmoniously with our Head Girl, although I know neither of you have had the best history with each other,� the Professor continued, and Draco had the suspicion that he was obliquely working his way round to something. His heart leapt into his throat at the sudden idea that Professor Snape had discovered their relationship.
�You are growing up into a refined young man, Draco. I have watched you over the past eighteen months, and have been very pleased with your development. I trust you won�t let any outside influences persuade you to deviate from the course upon which you have set yourself?� Professor Snape finished, and Draco almost laughed in relief; it appeared the Head of Slytherin was more concerned with Lucius� influence than Hermione�s.
�No, Sir,� he replied with conviction. �I think I have worked out what I want for the future, and I am quite comfortable with my decision.�
Professor Snape actually beamed at him; it was quite a scary expression - certainly the seventh year students who filed into the classroom at that moment seemed to think so. Terry Boot and Padma Patil looked thoroughly alarmed, stopping dead in the doorway. Potter, who had to squeeze by the obstructing Ravenclaws as he led his trio into the room, looked positively revolted. The awkward smile soon wiped itself off Professor Snape�s face as his gaze fell onto Potter, and his mouth twisted into the more customary sneer.
Draco wasn�t looking any more, however. At last she was here. She moved to the back of the class into her assigned seat, and Draco joined her. Her hair was wild from the wind and there were twigs stuck in it, she smelled of fresh air and her nose was pink from the cold. Obviously she had just returned from Hagrid�s class. Draco had to physically restrain himself from reaching out to pluck the debris from her curls.
He carefully opened his textbook and took his ingredient kit out of his rucksack, whilst Hermione did the same, both being inordinately careful not to look at each other. Finally Professor Snape began talking with a short lecture on the shortness of available time before NEWTs. Under the table, Draco�s ankle hooked around Hermione�s and she allowed her left hand to slip below the desk and link fingers with his.

Study, at lunchtime? Draco scrawled on a corner of his parchment and waited for her to read it before vanishing it with a tap of his finger. He could see her biting her bottom lip with indecision until she finally replied with a quick line on her own parchment. Can�t. Have tutoring. Hufflepuff Y2. Library.
Draco fairly gnashed his teeth. He honestly didn�t think he could wait until this evening to hold her again. He was already hard, just from holding her hand; in the middle of Potions, for Merlin�s sake! Hermione vanished her own message, and let their joined hands slide up his thigh until they were within a hairsbreadth of touching his aching erection. Even half out of his mind with lust, Draco knew that it was a bad idea to let her hand move that last inch. He gripped her fingers tightly and barely breathed out, �Don�t - I won�t be able to control it.� Hermione paused for a moment, seeing to debate whether to take offense at his words, before nodding imperceptibly and allowing her fingers to retreat to a more modest position on his knee.
When Potions finished, Hermione was swept away from the classroom by Ron and Harry who were still indignant that she had to spend so much time with the ferret. She managed a last squeeze of his fingers under the cover of their robes before being ushered away to have lunch and begin her tutoring session with Lucy Spinks, the Hufflepuff who was having trouble grasping some translations in Runes. The girl had approached her during the dinner scheduling session last night, and at the time Hermione had seen no reason not to agree to the meeting. Now that Draco was back, she couldn�t help but wish she hadn�t committed herself elsewhere, but since their charade must be upheld, she fully intended to follow through with her arrangements even if she now regretted making them.
She had agreed to meet Lucy at 12:45 in a study alcove off the library; there were several of these small nooks where students were allowed to meet and talk more freely than in the main library area, without Madam Pince appearing and demanding silence. Hermione had not seen Lucy sitting at the Hufflepuff table during lunch, and therefore assumed that the younger girl would already be waiting for her; Lucy was obviously quite worried about the particular translation which was giving her trouble, and Hermione decided to mention that missing meals due to stress about her course work was only likely to lead to more problems with loss of concentration and fatigue. She had certainly learned that lesson in her third year when stretching herself too thin with the Time Turner.
Hermione�s assessment was correct, and when she approached the study alcove, Lucy was already sitting there with her books spread across the table. She looked up shyly and smiled at the Head Girl. �Thank you for meeting me so quickly, Hermione,� she said quietly. �I really can�t get this particular passage from Aardman�s Runic Prophecy and we have to write eighteen inches on whether we agree with him or not.�
�That�s okay,� Hermione said with a smile, sitting down opposite Lucy. �I�m sure it�s just a misinterpretation of a symbol. Some of them are very close in meaning to others; it�s just a matter of recognizing the shapes. Let me show you a trick I learnt in third year to distinguish the more similar runes.�
It turned out that Hermione had been correct in her assumption; as soon as Lucy understood the difference between the four runes which had been causing her trouble, she found that the translation of the assigned passage became instantly clearer. She was just thanking Hermione profusely for helping her with something that had been homework for the Christmas holidays, and which needed to be passed in imminently, when her voice suddenly froze halfway through a sentence and she stared nervously at something she could see over Hermione�s shoulder.
�What�s the matter, Lucy?� Hermione asked, frowning, before she turned around to see what had alarmed the younger girl so much. Draco. Standing right behind her; he almost had time to smooth the glower off his features but not before Hermione caught it and hence his intention to intimidate Lucy into running away. Hermione turned back to her student; she was annoyed with Draco but unable to deny the thrill that rushed through her at the sight of him.
Lucy immediately began gathering her scattered books together. �Th -thanks, Hermione - you�ve been a great help. I just need to go and write this out so I can hand it in tomorrow,� she stuttered as she rushed out of the alcove, practically flattening herself against the wall so that she didn�t have to come in contact with Draco.
Before Hermione had a chance to express her annoyance that Draco should so blatantly have disrupted her appointment with Lucy, he growled out, �Restricted Section - five minutes,� and turned his back on her, striding away in the direction he indicated. Hermione was left staring at thin air.
Oh, how desperately she wanted to ignore his summons, to show him that he couldn�t terrify the lower years into flight, or order the Head Girl around. It was at moments like these, when the younger students from other houses fled from his presence, that Hermione was forced to question what the faculty had been thinking when they had chosen him for Head Boy, and to reluctantly realise that the arrogant ferret of earlier years was still lurking just below the surface of the new improved model of Malfoy. Totally unbidden, the thought that had Tony Goldstein been the Head Boy, he would probably have joined her and given his own encouragement to Lucy Spinks, popped into Hermione�s head.
Appalled at the capricious thought Hermione leapt to her feet, leaving her robe and bag on the table, and with only the most cursory check of the surrounding area, followed Draco into the stacks. It was even more imperative to get her confessions regarding Anthony off her chest than she had possibly perceived.
He was waiting for her leaning on the back wall of the library, in the same place where she had once asked him if he knew what they were doing on another Monday, in what now seemed to be a lifetime ago. She still had no answer to that question, but it really didn�t seem to matter so much any more, particularly after Draco�s confession on Christmas Day, and her own declaration which was just waiting for the right moment to be voiced.
�Don�t scold me,� he began as soon as she rounded the corner, pushing himself away from the wall. �I was a jerk; I abused my position. I know all of it - just let me kiss you once before you say anything!�
Hermione let out a muffled whimper and literally flew down the length of the aisle to cast herself into his arms. He looked momentarily surprised at her lack of aggravation, but recovered quickly, catching her expertly and spinning them around in one fluid movement so that she was pinned between the wall and his body.
After that, logical thought became secondary to feeling, as the pent up frustrations of their various problems melted away and the relief of their reunion overcame them. Hermione was almost crying as Draco�s tongue plunged into her mouth and his unsteady hands wrestled her blouse out of the waistband of her skirt, desperate to feel her silky skin under his fingertips.
�Oh, God - Draco, we can�t - not here,� she gasped, even as her own hands crept around his back before sliding down and squeezing his arse, pushing his arousal against her stomach. Draco groaned at the delicious friction, thrusting harder and slipping his leg in between hers so that she was riding his thigh. Despite her protest she whimpered in need and rubbed herself against the soft wool of his uniform trousers, trembling at an onslaught of arousal that she couldn�t resist.
�I don�t think I can stop,� Draco confessed hoarsely as he found her breast, not bothering to undo her bra, simply slipping the cup underneath and rubbing her painfully erect nipple with his thumb. She gasped and tensed every muscle in her body, gripping his thigh tightly between her own as sensation arced down from her breast to her clit like an electric shock. Her right hand left his bum and dived down the front of his trousers; his underwear was as damp and sticky as her own, his cock hot and throbbing and hard as his wand beneath her questing fingers.
�Must be quick,� she panted deliriously, and Draco moaned.
�That won�t be the problem!� He muttered roughly. �Be lucky to last until I get inside you!� He withdrew cautiously from her so as not to over stimulate anything, and she moaned in response. �Shh,� he soothed. �Turn around - face the wall,� she gave him a confused look but complied. �Now bend over, lean your cheek against the wall,� Draco directed, and shuddered with anticipation as she followed his instructions, leaving her bottom waving in front of his groin. He took the one step required to align himself with her and pressed himself along the length of her back. �Open your legs,� he ordered huskily, and having some idea of his intentions now, Hermione languidly spread herself for him.
He buried his face in curve of her shoulder and his right hand came around to play with her aching nipples, even as he released his erection from its confinement with his left. Hermione felt him slide her skirt up her legs inch by agonizing inch until it was draped over her hips and then the long, hard heat of him slipped between her thighs and nudged against her slick, swollen pussy through the damp cotton of her knickers. It wasn�t nearly enough contact and she whimpered, rubbing herself backwards until he made contact with her clit. His left hand dived between them, and simply shoved the fabric to one side. �Are you ready, Granger?� he muttered. �I�m going to fuck you now,� he whispered into her ear as he thrust up inside her quivering body. His hand moved around to play with her clit as his movements became increasingly erratic.
The cool stone of the wall against Hermione�s cheek was soothing in counterpoint to the fire which consumed the rest of her body. She could already feel the inevitable spiral towards orgasm beginning in her pussy; from the panting sounds Draco was trying to stifle against her neck, it was clear that he was barely holding on himself.
�Oh!� She gasped suddenly, �Oh - Draco, I�m going to - I�m - OhOhOh�.� she shattered into a million tiny pieces as Draco slammed himself as far into her body as it was physically possible to penetrate and followed her into release with a roar which he tried to muffle in her hair.
Their bodies shuddered through the after shocks of climax, until finally Hermione�s trembling legs gave out and she collapsed to the floor causing Draco to disengage from her body. He slid down the wall beside her and pulled her into his lap, still trying to regulate his breathing.
�Oh God, I can�t believe we did that,� Hermione moaned breathlessly. �Not here. What if someone caught us?�
�Hmm,� Draco agreed nuzzling her neck, and appearing to be rising to the occasion again. Hermione felt his smirk grow against her skin and her heart fluttered in faint alarm at the thought of what he might plan to do next. �What would McGonagall say if she could see her perfect little pet now, laying on the floor in that most hallowed of sanctuaries, legs spread, thoroughly shagged with Slytherin spunk leaking out of her hot little cunt?� He whispered nastily in her ear.
�Don�t say things like that,� Hermione protested weakly, but was unable to prevent the shiver of excitement which ran through her at his words. �It�s disgusting -�
�No it isn�t,� Draco corrected. �It makes you hot when I talk dirty to you,� he murmured, nipping her ear gently. �There is nothing wrong with being aroused by graphic language, Hermione. Believe me, there is nothing - nothing at all that you could do or say to me that would turn me off. You are an extremely sensual witch under that prim Gryffindor exterior, and no one is happier than I that you never realised it before.�
Hermione wasn�t quite ready to pursue that avenue of conversation yet. Reluctantly she looked at her watch and was astonished to find that barely more than ten minutes had passed since Draco ran Lucy Spinks off from her tutoring session. He had not been wrong when he said it would be quick.
She moved off his lap and though he made a halfhearted attempt to hold onto her, he knew as well as she did that they had obligations to uphold. He climbed to his feet and cast a quick cleaning spell on both of them, before drawing her into his arms for one last heated kiss before allowing the real world to intrude into their idyll.
Setting her at arms length with his hands on her shoulders, he sighed and said seriously. �I have to talk to you about what happened yesterday.�
Hermione�s own expression settled into something resembling distress also, �Yes,� she agreed with her own sigh. �I have things which need to be said, also.� She looked at him sadly and reached up to cup his cheek in her palm. �This was never going to be easy, was it?� She asked.
Draco turned his head and kissed her palm. �No,� he agreed, �but we�re worth it.�
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For those of you eagerly anticipating what awaits Pansy in Professor Snape�s detention, you will find out next time. To everyone, I am so sorry about how long this has been and can only say that I have been waiting and waiting for AFF to fix their issues, and even now I am not happy at the end result of their tweaking. I thank you all for your patience with the site and my malingering, and for sticking with me thus far.
Love to you all, Blue

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