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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
- 5
- 6
- 7
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Chapter Six
Hermione stood in her bedroom breathing deeply, trying to calm her nerves. She had no idea what had come over her lately; the old Hermione Granger would never have allowed Pansy Parkinson to coerce her into doing something so distasteful. The old Hermione certainly wouldn�t be sweating at the thought of facing up to Draco Malfoy. Good Lord, she had never been scared of him in six years before; Ron and Harry had even had to restrain her on occasion from challenging him over some of his more obnoxious pranks. And now, all of a sudden she couldn�t walk into a room which contained him just because she had become aware of him as a member of the opposite sex?
All the hormones which the other girls in school had probably discovered and learnt to control as far back as their 4^th year, seemed to have materialized overnight; she knew she was a late developer but where was the justice in her being hit all at once with three years worth of teenage lust and insecurities?
In an effort to calm herself for this task, Hermione had spent the previous hour or so in a heated (for her) snogging session with Ron. She had some twisted logic in her mind that if she could still feel the touch of another man on her skin, she wouldn�t be so affected by her recent strange awareness of Malfoy. Needless to say, it had been unsuccessful on more than one level. Obviously, as she was still standing here in front of her door suffering from nerves, it hadn�t calmed her in any way, and there had certainly been nothing calm about Ron just now when she had drawn back from him saying she had Head Girl duties to attend to.
He had been flushed and undeniably aroused; he was making no effort now to hide the effect she had on his body, even gently encouraging her to touch him there. His red hair had been tousled and Hermione had thought he looked really cute as he pouted when she withdrew from him. She knew Ron was more than ready to go further but he knew that she wasn�t and had made no move to push her into something she didn�t want. He was so sweet and caring of her, how could she still be standing here all a dither over Draco Malfoy when she had a wonderful boy like Ron just waiting for her to give him a sign?
She didn�t want to admit that this was the actual problem. She thought Ron was cute, rather like a new puppy, all eager eyes and bouncy enthusiasm. Cute was not the first word that came to mind when thinking about Draco Malfoy. Manipulative, sneaky, intelligent, intense, evil - gorgeous, sexy, dangerous. No, no, NO! Bad brain! Hermione wanted to hit her traitorous head against a wall. She could see now why it was so appealing to the house elves.
No amount of procrastination would change the fact that she needed to get out there and face him. In spite of her selfish reasoning, Pansy had been correct in saying that the plans for both Halloween and the Seventh Year Social, a new event now in its second year needed to be made, and it was a joint duty between them. The Headmaster had made clear in his speech about unity and serving the school; which at the time he had made it, two days after the beginning of term, Hermione had felt was a thinly veiled warning to herself and Draco to put the past behind them and co-operate with each other this year.
The 5^th and 6^th year prefects were supposed to help, as she well recalled from her two years in that position, but the ideas and leadership were meant to originate from the top of the tree and that meant Draco and her.
She took a deep breath and gave her arms a shake to loosen up the tension knots she could feel forming in her shoulders, and before she could find another reason to delay, she marched out of her bedroom into their joint study. As she had expected, Draco was there, and he looked up startled at the force of her entry. She had not registered how much time Draco was spending in this room until Pansy had mentioned that he had more or less abandoned the Slytherin dormitories, but now it was all she was conscious of.
Every time she entered her rooms, she would wonder if he was out there, sitting in one of the comfy chairs, reading or working at his desk. Until tonight, this unwelcome awareness had led her into staying later and later in the Gryffindor tower, but now it was another Friday closer and she had to address the Halloween issue because he obviously wasn�t going to. She conveniently dismissed the thought that he would have been unable to do so even had he tried because she had been avoiding - hiding from - him for the past ten days. But now they were into October and something had to be done.
�Where�s the fire, Granger?� Draco drawled now, tossing his quill down on his desk and tipping his chair back onto two legs. He stretched his arms out behind his head which made the green Quidditch jumper he was wearing ride up from the waistband of his trousers to give her a tantalizing view of a flat stomach lightly dusted with golden hair. Her voice froze in her throat, and all she could do was open her mouth and make a small groan. �Granger?� he repeated when no cutting remark was forthcoming from the acerbic Head Girl. He dropped the chair legs back to the floor and propped his elbows up on his desk, chin resting in one hand and examined Hermione. �What�s the matter? Kneazel got your tongue?�
The corrupted Muggle phrase sounded so strange coming from Draco Malfoy�s mouth that Hermione couldn�t help snorting in surprise, and in an instinctive gesture which went back to pre-Hogwarts years in her local primary school, she stuck her tongue out as if to prove its continued existence, and waggled it at him.
Almost immediately she realized how provocative the gesture was for someone so far past their 11th year of age. Apparently Draco thought so too, for the usual smirk froze on his face and his eyes fixed on her mouth. Hermione was forced to consider again just what a bad idea it had been to spend the past hour in the back of the library making out with Ron. Instead of satisfying her all it had done was get her worked up to the point where she just wanted to jump Draco Malfoy and let him take over her sexual education. What a teacher he would be!
Draco for his part had been avoiding thinking about how intimate it could be if Hermione would just spend less time in her House tower, and share their study as was anticipated when assigning a private area to the Head Girl and Boy. He was aware they should be addressing their first joint duty, but since he barely saw her outside of classes it had been hard to catch a moment with her.
Her sudden eruption into their study tonight as if she had been propelled into the room by some invisible force was a shock that caused an immediate reaction in his trousers. He had tried to cover his arousal with sarcasm, but that rebounded on him in the most erotic way. He had been trying to look at a point above her head, but the sudden sight of her little pink tongue wiggling around in front of him drew his attention straight to her lips and delicious images of what that hot, moist red mouth would feel like enclosed around the hardest part of his body made him writhe in his chair.
Her mouth was red and puffy, and she looked thoroughly kissed�wait a minute, that was real, not a part of his fantasy! Granger was standing right in front of him looking thoroughly kissed and he had not laid a finger on her! By Merlin�s Beard, she had come straight to him from Weasley�s arms! He could now see a couple of short hairs clinging to her school robes; the bright copper red seeming to glow against the black fabric, taunting him as if Weasley was right there laying claim to her. Bugger off, Malfoy. I saw her first! She�s mine now!

His gaze darkened as he scowled at her mouth, and his sudden inexplicable moodiness when he had been almost joking with her moments before made Hermione even more nervous, and she instinctively licked her suddenly dry lips. This did nothing to help Draco�s treacherous arousal which was threatening to escape his iron control. He leapt out of his chair and turned his back to her prowling towards the fireplace to try and hide his unwelcome erection from her. What a foolish idea to wear these loose fitting Muggle khakis; they were comfortable for lounging around working on his project, but the loose cut also had the unfortunate effect of allowing plenty of room for his erection to create a prominent tent which he couldn�t possibly hide from her if he had stayed put.
�Malfoy,� Hermione began, trying to get a grip on herself and concentrate on the business at hand. �It�s getting very close to the Halloween feast, and it�s our job to organise and conduct the arrangements. I think we need to call a prefects meeting immediately and get things moving..�
Draco grunted. Things were certainly moving in his pants, he thought grimly. He had sunk to a new all time low of getting even more turned on by her lecturing voice. Unable to will his erection down, he resorted to casting a localized concealment charm onto his crotch so she couldn�t see the effect she had on him, and as he was concentrating on rebuilding his snark, her voice came to him again much closer now.
�This is our last year here,� she was saying. �I was hoping we could start behaving like adults. You know, I had noticed that you weren�t quite so thoroughly obnoxious as usual last year, and when you were elected Head Boy, I was hoping that the faculty and Governors knew something the rest of us students didn�t about a change in your behaviour. We are stuck with each other for the rest of this year, so can�t we just try to be civil and get the job done?�
Hermione was quite proud of herself for delivering that little speech without stammering or faltering. In fact she had written it out last week after her surreal conversation with Pansy in Herbology and had been rehearsing in front of her mirror - complete with unwelcome critique - for the past five nights. Truthfully, she had not expected to be able to deliver it in its entirety. For no matter how much planning you did people were unpredictable and an interruption or a single word from Draco could easily have changed the direction of the whole conversation, but this was Hermione, and she felt more in control with something prepared before she confronted him.
Of course, the fact that she managed to deliver the whole speech to the back of his head was a bonus she hadn�t dared anticipate.
She was watching him very closely as he took a deep breath and squared his shoulders before turning to face her wearing what she immediately thought was a very forced bland expression. �Yes, we should do that, Granger,� he agreed in a mild voice which she immediately suspected of sarcasm.
He prowled up to her and circled behind her with an intense look of concentration on his face. Hermione fidgeted, uncomfortably aware that his proximity was focusing her nervousness and turning it into something else.
Draco wished he could have avoided looking at her as his eyes were hopelessly drawn to her mouth. He had never in his life envied any Weasley anything, until her. She must have literally just left the boy, her swollen lips hadn�t even had a chance to heal. Draco wondered how far she had gone with Weasley in the two weeks they had been an official item. Had she climbed straight out of his bed or worse, had they been together in Hermione�s single room, just inches away from where he sat studying? With a silencing charm cast he would never even know they were there.
The thought made him feel sick, and he wondered if there was a revealing spell which would alert him when she placed wards around her doors, and a moment later was horrified at how sick and obsessed that sounded. However, he couldn�t resist finding out if she had been with Weasley tonight. As he circled her he reached out with his senses to try and detect any scent of sex on her. One of the most essential skills in a good potion maker was their sense of smell. Draco was very good at potions. He could find no trace of sex on her and he sighed in relief. If her lips were still that well kissed, there couldn�t have been time for her to have showered eau de Weasley off herself before coming to their study.
Draco didn�t realise he had lingered so long behind her until she began to fidget nervously, and her stirring sent another interesting aroma to his heightened senses; the longer he remained near her the stronger it became. It appeared that although she may not have been aroused when she left Weasley, her nervousness around him was resulting in the most delicious scent of arousal that Draco had ever breathed, and his mind buzzed with the implications, rendering him speechless until Hermione at length nudged him viciously in the stomach with her elbow and hissed, �Malfoy, are you alive in there? You�ve been staring at the wall for the past five minutes!�
Oh yes, he was alright now that he knew the Head Girl was not indifferent to him!
�OK, Granger, what did you want to talk about?� he asked, forcing himself to concentrate on the matter in hand. He had plenty to think about when he was once again in the privacy of his room, and could start plotting her downfall.
Hermione breathed a sigh of relief that he was going to be amenable to her. Perhaps he really had grown up - dumping Pansy was surely indicative of a greater level of maturity! Bitch, the small voice in the back of her head whispered. Pansy�s your friend now - aren�t you doing her dirty work for her? And suddenly Hermione couldn�t for the life of her understand what had possessed her to agree to Pansy�s little insanity. Her mouth fell open and it was as if a veil had been lifted from in front of her eyes. What on earth had she been thinking?
Then Draco moved in front of her waggling his fingers in her face and she realized she had blanked out in much the same way he had previously. They both obviously had some separate issues going on here. He tilted his head to one side, and gave her a quizzical glance. �Granger - must be catching,� he remarked dryly and winked at her.
Oh, God, Draco Malfoy winked at her. Merlin, he was gorgeous. How had she never seen it before? The sudden quirky sense of humour he seemed to have developed only made him seem even more attractive to her. She wasn�t going to be able to do this. Not any of it. Not Pansy. Not working with him, and not sharing these rooms. She was going to make a fool of herself, hurt Ron intolerably, become the laughing stock of the school and die of embarrassment before she ever sat her NEWTS.
Now he had her totally flustered, Draco was feeling more in control. The idea that the icily composed Head Girl was unsettled around him strangely grounded his own nerves. Until this very moment he could never have imagined she would ever feel anything for him other than loathing, but her reactions tonight tantalized him with the possibility that he just might have a chance with her, that he could possibly take her away from the Weasel.
Surely after he�d had her this insane lust would go away. There had never been a witch he had continued to want after he had taken her once or twice. His confidence back on an even keel, he dared to take Granger�s wrist, trying to ignore the tingles which shot up his arm and along to every nerve ending from where their skin touched, and led her over to the sofa, pushing her down onto the cushions and sitting on a small occasional table directly in front of her.
�Ok, so I expect it�s time to talk about Halloween,� he said, surprising her again with his perception. �I guess it�s our job to choose a theme, but I think we should delegate the actual task of decorating the Hall to the prefects. Aren�t you getting a bit sick of the whole floating pumpkin thing? I know I am; it seems like it�s all we�ve done for the past few years. I think it might be time for something completely different. How about we pick a Muggle movie and decorate the Hall with scenes from it, then all of the prefects could come as characters, and everyone else can dress up how they want. We could even conjure up a screen and have the movie playing in a loop all night so people can watch it if they want a rest from dancing. It would certainly please old Dumbledore and be a good experience for all of us in compulsory Muggle studies.�
Speechless, Hermione wasn�t sure which shocked her the most - that Malfoy had even given thought to their duties, or that he had done so and managed to come up with such a clever and radical suggestion. She stared at him trying to formulate a reply, and he waited patiently for her to digest his idea. �Actually, I think that�s an excellent idea, Malfoy,� she managed at last. �Did you have a movie in mind? Have you any idea how to make Muggle technology work in Hogwarts? Do you think the Professors will even accept such an idea?�
Hermione continued to be surprised by the extent of Draco�s ideas about the Halloween party; apparently he had been researching with their Muggle Studies teacher, Professor DiBona since the beginning of term, and even now had a charmed dvd player in his bedroom. Before she knew it curfew had rolled around, and a yawn involuntarily sneaked up on her. �Ok, that�s enough for tonight,� she said. �I�ll call a full meeting of the prefects for Monday evening. Does that suit you?�
She looked at Draco to confirm his agreement, and found that sometime during their discussion he had moved from the table and was now sitting beside her on the sofa, his thigh pressed against hers, and with this realisation the flock of butterflies began swarming in her belly again. She stumbled up from the sofa and retreated into her room without waiting for a reply, followed by Malfoy�s laughter, and she scowled at her flushed reflection in her mirror annoyed with herself for thinking he had changed.
Only now it was worse. Now he no doubt knew she was - aware - of him, and he found it funny. Just because he had one single moment of civility, didn�t mean he had reformed. It just proved he had become more sneaky with age. He had laughed at her! Just as she had expected! Next all of Slytherin would know and Pansy would be putting hexes on her. Damn.
Draco watched her all the way into her room until her door closed behind her, admiring her bum in the tight jeans. She was interested. She might be fighting it right now, but given how much time they would need to spend together this year, it was a losing battle. He would have her and the thought pleased him no end; so much that he had broken into spontaneous laughter at the thought. He actually felt quite giddy, something which was quite new to him.
�Yes!� he crowed quietly, flopping back onto the sofa to enjoy his certainty, quite unaware that Hermione had heard and misinterpreted his pleased reaction and was, even as he celebrated, sitting in her room rebuilding every one of the walls which had fallen this evening by recalling his every obnoxious act of the previous six years.
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