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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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Severus moaned and lowered his head as the witch behind him worked her thumbs into the knotted muscles in his neck.
�So what are you planning to make the Parkinson girl do for her detention?� She asked as she rubbed. �Something creative and absolutely disgusting I hope? Maybe involving entrails and pickled eyeballs?�
Severus turned his head and observed his companion out of one eye. �You always were a bloodthirsty wench,� he muttered. �I don�t think I ever had a student who took more pleasure in the inside of bodies than you did. Certainly Miss Parkinson would find it appalling to be expected to dissect or clean as a punishment, but I thought in this case that I should match the penance to the crime. No, this time I don�t think entrails and intestines will do the trick.�
�Well, what do you consider a suitable retribution for invasion of privacy? As a matter of fact I�m quite surprised you�re even getting involved at all - I would have thought you�d leave it to Malfoy to deal with. It�s not as if what he was up to exactly falls within the guidelines for acceptable student behaviour either.� She replied.
�Draco is working on his revenge,� Severus muttered, rolling his shoulders, pleased to find that they felt much better. �He seated her next to me at that infernal Christmas Dinner just because he knew it would cause her the maximum discomfort. I know she was not assigned to my table on the preliminary seating plan which was submitted to Dumbledore. I was almost as surprised as she when I checked the diagram in the hotel lobby. However, her actions created a public disturbance in the Slytherin quarters, woke up every student in my House; she managed to hex at least two other children in a fit of temper, and was seen naked by half of the seventh years. How do you imagine I can let that go unremarked?
If Draco was having - relations - with another witch, he was at least doing so in the privacy of his own quarters, and not out in the corridors where anyone could catch him. It would seem that he, at least, knows the value of silencing charms and locking spells. Otherwise, I am sure that our inestimable Head Girl would have long since lodged a complaint with Albus about his behaviour, or tried to deduct points from Slytherin for conduct inappropriate to the Head Boy. I can only presume he has finally learnt that discretion is the better part of valour in his dealings with Minerva�s pet.�
She sniggered. �Sure, Sev - you just keep on telling yourself that. Whatever you need to help you sleep at night!�
�And what exactly are you implying by that?� Severus asked, rising from his seat and arching a brow questioningly at the smaller witch in a way that would have intimidated many fully grown wizards.
�Just that there�s none so blind as those who refuse to see,� she replied ambiguously. �What a good thing you�re better at spying than romance, my dear.�
Severus snorted and caught her wrist as she turned away to wash the massage oil off her hands. �I didn�t think you had any complaints in the romance department, young lady,� he said silkily. �Or were you faking it every time you cried out Yes, Sev - more, Sev - and my particular all-time favourite -� He was pressed up against her back by now, his hot breath disturbing the hair at the nape of her neck, as he crooned, �fuck me until I can�t walk, Severus.�

Pressing her thighs together and gamely ignoring the hot length of the Potions Master which was thrusting hard against her back, she scolded cheekily, �stop making promises you can�t deliver. Parkinson will be here any second now and you don�t have time to give me the attention I deserve. Now bugger off and put the fear of Snape into that girl.�
�Will you be here when I return?� Severus asked; he still found it somewhat difficult to express his desire to see her again, despite the fact that their whatever-it-was had been going on for almost a year now.
She pouted reluctantly and sighed. �No. I had to come and speak to Dumbledore about the hearing yesterday. I�m expected back; I have to make a report to the Boss. I�ll be back again after Malfoy�s second hearing. I�ll try and stay longer then - at least it won�t be a surprise visit - we�ll be able to plan something out. Unless you want to tell Dumbledore and the others about us..?�
Severus gave her a Look. �It�s bad enough keeping the Dark Lord out of my business. Can you imagine what Dumbledore would make of this? Then I would have two meddling old fools poking around in my affairs!� He paused, trying to overcome his reserve in expressing his emotions. �I - er -I would have liked it if you were able to stay,� he settled on awkwardly at last, and she favored him with a dazzling smile.
�Me, too.� She said eagerly, launching herself at him so that he staggered to keep his balance as he instinctively caught an armful of witch, and tried to right himself as she clung to him with arms and legs wrapped around his torso.
Not for the first time, Severus wondered how this young, exuberant, outgoing witch could have selected such a dark, brooding, unattractive and sour wizard as himself. But there was no doubt she had chosen him; her pursuit had been relentless from the moment that Dumbledore had reformed the Order of the Phoenix after Sirius� death. Even now she was whispering explicit things in his ear, promises of what she was going to do with him when she next saw him.
Fortunately - or not - depending on your point of view, the swirling crystal orbs on Severus� table chose that moment to alert them to a presence in the Potions classroom. With a sigh, Severus let go of his lover and touched the tip of his wand to the red orb, watching until it enlarged sufficiently to see who had entered.
As expected, Pansy Parkinson hovered in the doorway, her fingers clenched on the handle; looking as if she was on the verge of flight. Severus found himself vaguely surprised; apparently, he had not known until that moment that he had been expecting her to try and skip out of her detention.
�I have to go,� he sighed.
�I know, �she murmured regretfully. �Make sure she suffers,� she added darkly as an afterthought.
Severus gave her an odd look. �I didn�t know you cared so much about Draco,� he said . �When did that happen?�
�He might just turnout to be the best of the whole bunch,� she mumbled ambiguously. �His choice of bed partners has certainly improved if he�s not doing Parkinson any more.� With a swish of her robes, she stepped up to the fireplace and exited without another word to the holding room on her way back to the Ministry.
Severus straightened his robes, checked briefly that nothing about his appearance screamed out his recent activities, and pinning his most sarcastic sneer onto his face, he pushed open the door which led from his office to the classroom and stalked up to the petrified girl.
�Miss Parkinson, so good of you to join me,� he said coldly, as if she had any choice in the matter.
Pansy clutched her wand so tightly that she seemed in danger of snapping it in half; he knuckles glowed bone-white under the pressure. �Y-yes, Sir,� she stammered, looking at a point over his right shoulder rather than make any kind of eye contact. Until her ill-planned attempt to monitor Draco�s affairs, she had successfully avoided any kind of interaction with Professor Snape since that humiliating episode after her Potions OWL when she had tried to buy a better grade with her favours.
Paralysing fear and extreme personal mortification that she had been brought back into his presence once more as the result of another sexual situation, in which she had embarrassed only herself, left Pansy feeling as if she was on the verge of passing out.
�I have asked Professor Dumbledore to keep this matter confined to Slytherin House. This is not for any consideration of your personal feelings, but more to avoid any negative impact on Mr Malfoy who was the unwitting victim of your invasive actions.� Severus began, moving behind his desk and making no offer for Pansy to sit down.
�I imagine that if Professor Flitwick were to examine your charm, he might find illegal substances present which would likely lead to your expulsion form Hogwarts, so consider yourself lucky that I wish to spare our Head Boy any further indignity. However, if there are any more outbursts such as the one this morning after breakfast, I will not hesitate to involve any of the faculty I deem necessary.
I considered the matter of your punishment long and hard over the break, and I decided that none of the usual deterrents would work in this situation. How, I asked myself, can cleaning cauldrons by hand or polishing trophies be expected to instill in you a sense of why your actions were wrong to begin with? I have finally decided to utilize the favored detention method of our lately departed High Inquisitor, and have you write some lines for me tonight.�
He swept out from behind his desk and pointed to a seat with his wand. Pansy subsided gratefully into it, much of the tension relaxing from her face as she perceived that her punishment was far lighter than she had any reason to have expected.
Severus took a clean sheet of parchment from his desk and placed it in front of her, trying not to enjoy the anticipation of her imminent reaction. He reached into his robes and produced a quill which he positioned neatly beside the parchment.
�Miss Parkinson, you will write over for me I shall not interfere with my classmates affairs. Please begin, and continue without speaking until I tell you to stop.�

*****
Blaise was working on his animagus research homework when there was a sudden outbreak of tittering and giggling from the other side of the Common Room. While this was hardly a remarkable occurrence, the duration and volume of the eruption was sufficiently uncharacteristic to bring him to his feet and investigate. With Draco in his separate quarters and the other 7^th year students lacking in the charisma required to control the younger years, Blaise had found himself increasingly having to assume prefect�s duties in Draco�s stead.
He pushed his way though the swelling crowd of teenagers who had gathered around the House notice board, and were apparently deriving their untoward glee from something which had recently posted there. A new dance or social event, Blaise wondered. Obviously, whatever it was, it must be significant, given this level of interest from all the years.
To say that Blaise was shocked to discover what had stirred this fervour of interest in his Housemates would be a colossal understatement of fact; for there in the clear centre of the notice board, a footlong sheet of blinding white parchment had manifested, and words were scribing themselves across it�s pristine surface in a sparkling emerald green ink. Soon the parchment was completely covered with the words, and no sooner had that occurred than it scrubbed clean, only for the tortuous phrase to reform itself time and time again�.I shall not interfere with my classmates affairs.

Blaise immediately realised, as had all the other students, that here was what their Head of House had devised for Pansy�s detention, and he wondered with an uncharacteristic stab of sympathy whether she had the slightest inkling that Professor Snape intended to make her humiliation as public as this. He imagined not; Professor Snape was just sadistic enough to let Pansy think she had escaped lightly by writing lines, and consequently walk back in here, blissfully ignorant that her mortification had been exposed to all and sundry.
He knew there was no chance of removing the parchment. If it had been charmed there by their Professor, it was certain no student would have the ability to unstick it, but he could send the baying crowd on its way; which he did, ruthlessly and efficiently.
After he had banished the vultures away from the area, he took a chair and positioned himself in front of the notice board so as to keep them at bay. He transfigured a coat rack from one of his quills, which he placed beside his chair, blocking the notice board as best he could by hanging his school robes on a peg in front of it. It was not an ideal solution, and no doubt the news would have spread to every student in Slytherin before Pansy returned from Professor Snape�s office, but it was the best he could do with the available materials.
He couldn�t recall a single instance in his seven years here when Snape had subjected one of his own students to the brand of cold contempt he visited upon the other Houses - Gryffindor in particular - and his overactive mind was scrambling to come up with potential reasons for this sudden reversal in attitude. Whatever might have prompted it, he figured it would be strategically useful for him to be found showing consideration to Pansy and subsequently sharing intelligence with Draco.
Blaise maintained his position for another two hours until the writing suddenly stopped renewing itself, and he deduced that Pansy�s return to the common room was imminent. He rudely sent the younger students to their dormitories, but Millie and Mary steadfastly ignored him, twittering on about female solidarity and support.
Vince and Greg were scowling in the far corner, and Blaise suddenly wished he had taken the time to talk to Draco�s hulking companions about the matter at hand. The duo had always grudgingly tolerated Pansy�s aspirations for Draco, but lately their forbearance for the blonde witch had undergone a startling metamorphosis, and they barely spared her the time of day any more.
Blaise was roundly cursing himself for not seeing the significance of this shift earlier, when the door opened and a chastened-looking Pansy Parkinson slunk into the room, massaging her fingers as if they were aching. She appeared very grateful to find the common room almost deserted, her gaze passing dismissively over her girlfriends, and Draco�s pair before alighting on him and acknowledging his influence in the matter.
Mary and Millie rushed up to her, wrapping an arm each around her shoulders as she made her way towards Blaise, and he smirked as Pansy instinctively preened under the influence of their sympathies. �Pans, how was it?� He asked redundantly, given that he probably knew more about her detention than she currently did.
�Oh it was awful!� Pansy exclaimed. �Professor Snape was so unreasonable. He made me write lines of all things, but something was wrong with the ink , and it wouldn�t show on the parchment, and he refused to give me a different quill, and he wouldn�t let me stop until he could see what I had written, which of course he never could because the quill didn�t work! I thought I would still be there, but he said he had a potion to decant, so he let me go, and my hand hurts so much�.�
�Well, do you think he got his message across, though?� Blaise queried interestedly. He reached up and casually took his robes off the coat hook, allowing the lassitude of his movements to draw Pansy�s attention to what they had been concealing. It was quite fascinating to watch the slow dawning of realisation on the girl�s face, as her eyes and then her brain took in the significance of the green words inscribed across the now less-than-pristine parchment. Her face drained of colour, leaving her almost as white as the paper itself, and she gasped for breath a couple of times, making Blaise genuinely fear that she was going to faint.
�Has everyone seen this?� She whispered faintly, leaning on Mary and Millie.
�Not everyone saw it,� Greg�s voice contributed, sounding somewhat nearer than Blaise remembered him being. �But I�ll bet everyone�s heard about it by now. You leave Draco alone, Pansy. He doesn�t want you - deal with it. If you�d accepted it was over sooner, you might still be left with some pride.� He cast a glance at Vince, who nodded wisely in agreement, and both boys wandered slowly towards the dormitories.
Pansy was shaking when she turned back to Blaise, and not in mortification, he noted with some trepidation. �Did Gregory Goyle just try and tell me what to do?� She hissed at her remaining companions. �Have we just been transplanted into some freaky alternate universe where Gregory Goyle and Vincent Crabbe think they can tell me what to do?� She stamped her foot and flung her friends� hands away. �People are going to pay for this! Just you wait and see; I won�t tolerate being treated like this! I won�t.� She flounced away from Blaise and the two girls, her fists clenching and unclenching as she went.
Mary and Millie looked worriedly at Blaise; despite her increasingly erratic behaviour this term, they did consider themselves Pansy�s friends, but even they had enough sense to see that the girl was becoming unhinged, and they truly didn�t want her to get herself into so much trouble that she got expelled. Since Draco was the author of Pansy�s current frenzy, there was no point in expecting their Head Boy to resolve a situation which was only deteriorating rapidly, and Blaise was the next best option. However, he didn�t have any answers for them either; Pansy seemed to be set upon a rapidly spiraling path to her own destruction, and she wasn�t making any effort to call a halt. He shrugged helplessly at the girls, and gathered up his belongings, leaving them hovering impotently beside his chair as he went to bed.
Maybe some inspiration would hit him in the morning.

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When Severus returned to his office after releasing Pansy, he found Albus once again sitting in an armchair waiting for him, and only just managed to prevent himself from rolling his eyes exasperatedly. The Headmaster smiled widely, and motioned towards the bottle of massage oil which Severus had not thought to put away before leaving the room.
�Entertaining guests, Severus?� He asked with a twinkle. �What unfortunate timing to have arranged Miss Parkinson�s detention for this evening! What did you have her do, may I ask?�
�I arranged for to be publicly humiliated,� Severus replied dryly, and was quite pleased to see the old man look slightly taken aback at this answer. Good. That should distract him from the incriminating evidence of a Social Life which he had stumbled across.
�Well, I am sure you haven�t exceeded the boundaries of good taste, Severus,� Albus replied with returning confidence.
�Of course not. Miss Parkinson wrote me some lines dealing with her tasteless behaviour before Christmas.� Severus replied, glad to discuss this topic rather than the former one. �I do appreciate your forbearance over Draco�s actions which prompted this issue in the first place. I can assure you that I have spoken to him on the matter, and I am most encouraged by his new outlook on - everything.�

�As am I, Severus.� The Headmaster agreed. �As am I. I spent last evening with young Mr Malfoy after the hearing, and I was very pleased with my conclusions. I did take an enormous risk promoting him to his current position, and it is gratifying to watch how it has paid off. However, the repercussions of Lucius� impending release could put an enormous pressure on our Head Boy, and make it an uphill struggle to continue along this more enlightened path. Therefore , my dear boy, I must ask you once again to help me out with something outside of your contractual obligations.�

*****

Dinner had seemed interminable tonight; since classes ended it appeared as if every single person, inanimate object and sentient thing in Hogwarts was conspiring to prevent Hermione from returning to the Head�s study and finding Draco. There had been no time for conversation in the library after their hasty coupling at lunchtime; afternoon classes for both of them started in less than fifteen minutes, and after hurried repairs to clothing and hair, there was little time to do more than indicate that there was a need for conversation. A myriad of little problems and issues had accosted Hermione after class, keeping her busy in the Gryffindor common room until Harry, Ron and Ginny had conspired to march her down to the Great Hall at dinner time.
She was currently sitting in her appointment scheduling spot, her eyes sliding sideways to watch Draco in his complementary position at the head of the Slytherin table. Greg and Vince had positioned themselves on either side of him, and the three of them had their heads close together, speaking quietly. There was a textbook open on the table between them, and Draco occasionally turned a page and pointed, but something told Hermione that this was a ruse to conceal their true conversation.
This only served to alarm her; whilst she had certain things she needed to get out into the open, in reality they were more like inconveniences than actual dangers. From the look of Draco and his friends, whatever had held him up yesterday was more hazardous than inhibited parents and interfering classmates. Hermione ground her teeth, glaring at her appointment book, and it took a couple of throat clearings for one of the third year Ravenclaws to finally attract her attention .
Eventually, the interminable meal neared it�s end, and Hermione watched as Draco packed up the book, bade Vince and Greg goodnight, and left the Great Hall. With what she personally considered a remarkable display of restraint, Hermione waited a good five minutes before packing her own paperwork away and rising to follow him. Harry began an instinctive protest at her parting, but Ginny silenced him and smirked at her from under her lashes.
Hermione�s spirits were lightening with every step she took close to the door, and focused only on her destination, she failed to notice imminent disaster manifesting itself in her path, until she figuratively tripped over it.
Anthony Goldstein intercepted her smoothly as she reached the main doors, using her consequent start of surprise as an excuse to appropriate some of her books, and walk out of the Hall with them, leaving her no option but to follow him.
�Hermione,� he started as he made off with her captive possessions. �I�ll walk back to the study with you. I had an idea over the break that I wanted to talk to you and Malfoy about. Now he�s back, it seemed like a good time to bring it up.�
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My Goodness: I don�t know how many of you are still reading this! I am deeply ashamed of the appalling time between updates. I hope that you can forgive me, and also for the shortness of this chapter, and the lack of Hr/Dr interaction, but evil plotty stuff had to get in the way of smut. The challenge now is to see if I can remember my passwords for all the places that this fic is archived!

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