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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
- 6
- 7
- 8
Usual disclaimer. Can�t be original tonight!
Chapter Seven
Predictably, all the prefects were very excited about Draco�s idea. Hermione sat in a corner of the Prefect�s Office and watched Draco conduct the meeting. He was constantly surprising her this year. It turned out he was a skillful and charismatic speaker. He drew the other prefects in with his enthusiasm, then easily assigned tasks without any argument from them.
As the meeting broke up and the other prefects left, Hermione planted herself firmly in their midst as they spilled out of the door so as to avoid the private confrontation with Draco which she thought he might be trying to maneuver. She heard more than one of the other students expressing confusion at this unexpected side to Malfoy�s character. Apparently she wasn�t alone in being surprised at how easily he took the reins of leadership. All the female prefects except for Ginny, who only looked thoughtful, were giggling to their counterparts and pretending to swoon at this new and improved Malfoy.
He had smiled with them and made jokes, and this was behaviour they had never seen from the Prince of Slytherin before. Since most of them had thought he was one step away from Adonis beforehand anyway, Hermione predicted a whole new outbreak of Draco-worshipping to overrun the school now that they had seen what a difference a smile made to his usually haughty expression.
The only other person who looked as disgruntled as Hermione felt was Pansy, still a 7^th year prefect for Slytherin. She grabbed Hermione�s wrist when they had achieved a slight distance from the prefect�s meeting room, and pulled her aside.
�Don�t tell me that�s normal behaviour for Draco,� she hissed to Hermione as soon as she felt they were sufficiently private. �He never tell jokes or smiles outside of Slytherin. Merlin, he actually sounded like Potter during that meeting!� She managed to pronounce Harry�s name in such a tone that it sounded like a particularly disfiguring disease. �It has to be another witch. He�s lost his mind. Have you seen anything?�
�No, I haven�t, Pansy,� Hermione replied, girding herself to tell Pansy that their short-lived arrangement was over. She was sure that it would result in Pansy trying to sabotage their Herbology project at the very least - or possibly something even worse - but her distaste for the whole idea of spying on someone and especially Malfoy, for Pansy had grown so immensely that she couldn�t ignore it any longer. And you want to hide from Draco, not spend more time in his company, prodded that jeering little voice which she had become so familiar with over the past week. Come to know and hate.
�Look, Pansy,� she continued. �I�m sorry but this whole thing with Draco and this new girl, real or not - it�s just not me. If you want to find out if she exists, you need to do it without me. But I will just tell you this; at this moment in time I would say there is no one, and he�s just studying for his NEWTS, like we should all be. Tonight is the longest I have spent anywhere near him so far this year, and I don�t plan for it to be any different from now onwards. Sorry.�

Liar, Liar, that voice taunted her as she turned away from Pansy and made to walk off down the corridor, but Pansy grabbed her wrist again and pulled her back. �That�s not good enough, Granger,� she snarled. �We had an agreement, and -�
Hermione was getting annoyed now. �No, we did not have an agreement! You caught me in a weak moment and I was so shocked that you were being nice to me that my brain didn�t process what you were asking. That, and I felt sorry for you. So he�s moved on. Get over it and move on yourself. You�re being pathetic and clingy, and that�s no way to win a man. Especially one like Malfoy. At least he seems to be growing up!�
She tugged her wrist out of Pansy�s grip as she stood there stunned from Hermione�s speech, and marched away filled with righteous indignation and no small measure of relief that the whole unpleasant episode was over and she could go back to pretending Draco Malfoy didn�t exist. Oh, sure, you�ll be able to do that all right, the voice sniggered following her down the hall.
Pansy however was beyond furious. How dare that filthy little Mudblood say things like that to her. That she pitied her. She, Pansy Parkinson, who would have the wizarding world at her feet when she left this draughty old castle! How dare she? Pansy actually almost turned her wand onto Granger, but common sense prevailed at the last moment, for she knew that despite her lineage and connections, the dirty little Gryffindor had more power in her little finger than Pansy had in the whole of her body, and the skill to use it. Oh, no. Her revenge would have to be something far more sneaky and deeply Slytherin than just sending hexes after Granger�s retreating back.

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Draco had enjoyed himself immensely during the prefect meeting. The only thing marring the experience for him had been the fact that Granger had seemed to totally disappear from the castle since Friday night. He had been unable speak a word to her today during any of their classes, for she had surrounded herself with Gryffindors, or even tonight, when she had ceded the floor to him and hovered in the shadows at the very back of the room, refusing to look at him.
However, he was still quite pleased with the way the prefects had responded to his new lighter demeanor. He could almost see the girls swooning, and it amused him momentarily, reminding him of how they had all reacted to Gilderoy Lockhart in 2^nd year. Then he had realized that Hermione was sitting there with a very forbidding expression on her face, and he recalled taunting her nastily on several occasions about her crush on Lockhart just to get a reaction out of her, and grimaced. What a git he had been then!
He had spent the weekend in a Granger-induced high, which had hardly been dented by her continued absence. He was busy with the mechanics of his Muggle idea, and had prevailed upon Professor DiBona to begin contacting her associates in the Muggle world to obtain him the required equipment, which had kept him too busy to brood.
He had known she was running scared. Hell, he was pretty scandalized himself! But her retreat into pre-7^th year behaviour tonight had managed to penetrate his fog of satisfaction; sufficiently to cause him to follow the dispersing prefects from the room in an attempt to catch her for any Head student related pretext he could conjure up on the spur of the moment.
It would not be an exaggeration to say that he was shocked to find she and Pansy, of all people, engaged in a quiet but obviously intense conversation at the far end of the corridor. He watched with narrowed eyes as Pansy grabbed Hermione�s arm, and wished that he had a set of the Weasley twins� Extendable Ears, which had been placed on Filch�s restricted list since the previous Christmas, so that he could hear the quietly hissed argument.
Hermione was clearly telling Pansy off from the expression on her face just before she snatched her hand out of the other girl�s grip and strode away down the corridor in what Draco could only describe as a snit, and now he had to add her pious Gryffindor temper tantrums to the ever growing list of things about the Head Girl which he found cute. For the first time he began to wonder whether having Granger might turn out not to be enough for him; that he might actually want her around more permanently? He forced the thought away, unable to deal with it right now. It was too radical for him in his current frame of mind.
His eyes swung back to Pansy, and he was alarmed by the expression of intense loathing which had settled on her features. She looked for a moment as if she was intending to draw her wand on Hermione, but with an obvious internal struggle forced herself not to. Draco wondered what could have enraged her so, and resolved to keep a much closer eye on her in the future.
She seemed to be alarmingly unstable this year, what with rumours about hexes and now arguments with the Head Girl. It might not hurt to pay her a little more attention right now. One thing was sure; he couldn�t allow her to hurt Granger, not when he was so confused about his own feeling for the Head Girl.
He walked towards her, making sure that his boots sounded loudly on the stone floor, and she turned to him rearranging her scowl into a delighted smile as she saw who approached her.
�Pansy,� he said smoothly, tucking her hand into the crook of his arm. �Shall we walk back to the dormitories together?�

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Although the evening spent in Pansy�s company had been productive from a strategic standpoint, when Draco returned to his private rooms near midnight he headed straight for the shower because he felt dirty and itchy from all her touching. She had taken every opportunity to stroke and pet him, as if she wanted everyone to think she was marking her territory. Draco had always thought she was a dog, anyway.
The other Slytherins had all welcomed him back so vocally to the dormitory, that he felt a small twinge of guilt for being so grateful to be out of there. The younger years who idolized their Quidditch Captain, hung around him wanting to hear about his recent capture of the Snitch in the game against Ravenclaw. (He had accomplished this by falling off his broom as he reached out too far, and somersaulting onto the pitch to land on his feet holding the little golden ball aloft). Even he admitted it had been a very stylish finish to the game, the only pity being that it wasn�t Gryffindor who were their opponents.
The older witches flirted shamelessly with him, all except for Krista Reid who glared at him from the other side of the room, unhappy to be reminded both of her humiliation when she came on to him, and the fact that they had won the game without her anyway. Greg and Vince, who felt they should have the honor of first call on his attention - as did Draco himself - had to actually pick Pansy up and physically move her in the end before they could even speak to him.
Pansy did receive the highest accolade of the evening for being the person who actually managed to bring him back into the Common Room tonight, and she clung as close to his side as she could for the whole night. He was hard pressed to prevent her from following him through the portrait passage which, like Hermione�s, had direct access to his single room from his house dormitory. Only by virtue of quick thinking and a graphic description of the nasty hexes and jinxes which warded the doors of the Head Student area, and would befall any student who tried to pass through and trespass into the private rooms uninvited finally dissuaded her from attempting to follow him as he finally managed to escape.
But not before she had offered to entertain him in her own dormitory with silencing charms cast around her bed hangings.
Draco had shuddered; his new found resolve to be nice to her whilst keeping an eye on her was hard pressed to refuse her graciously. His concern for keeping her away from Granger prevailed in the end and he managed to let her down tactfully, giving her the impression that was disenchanted with the school�s stupid rules but that he couldn�t afford to ignore them as the honour of the House rode on how well he did his job as Head Boy, for it had been years since anyone had been chosen from Slytherin to occupy those private rooms.
For the first time ever, the lying and posturing made him feel sick, and what he really wanted was just to see Granger and talk to her; just to hear her voice scolding him would make him feel better. A quick glance at the study showed it to be in darkness and no beam of light shone beneath her bedroom door, so he resigned himself to a shower before bed and another night filled with erotic dreams about the captivating and mysterious Head Girl.
He had been very careful since his meeting with Blaise not to indulge in fantasies of Granger when alone at night, but more often than not by the time he awoke in the morning his body had betrayed him. He was getting very good at cleaning spells.
Tonight as he lay alone in his enormous bed he could no longer avoid his thoughts traveling to Hermione, in her hopefully virginal room just feet away from him. His mind was still crawling from the experience of Pansy all over him, and he could only drive away the images by overlaying them with fantasies of Granger taking Pansy�s place beside him and performing those same caresses to his body.
From there it was just a short step to embellishing those images with thoughts of how much further he wanted her to go, and within moments he was as hard and horny as he could ever recall being. He deliberately didn�t allow his hands to touch himself, concentrating on his dream Hermione and what she was doing to him in his imagination; she was currently licking his nipples whilst one hot hand was caressing his erection and rubbing his copiously leaking pre-cum back into his rigid flesh.
He moaned out loud and the sudden noise brought him back to himself sufficiently to grab his wand from the bedside table and mumble a strong silencing spell around his bed. He was going to give himself this one night; hopefully if Pansy�s little charm was programmed for masturbation, she would believe he was thinking of her as he fondled himself, given that they had so recently been together. Tonight he was going to let his imagination run wild with every lustful thought about the Head Girl that he had been suppressing for weeks, and he was wound so tight he had no idea what might come spilling out of his mouth.
That taken care of he allowed himself to drift further into his fantasies, licking suddenly dry lips as he imagined Hermione moving back up his body to cover his mouth with hers, her tongue slipping in and playing with his own. Little whimpers were escaping her now, and her fingers continued to dance over his aching cock until his hips began thrusting off the bed trying to get greater friction where he need it most. Which was the exact moment she let him go, moving back from him to watch him from the edge of the bed.
�Naughty, Draco,� she scolded him, running one hand down her chest and circling her nipples before slipping her fingers between her legs. Draco moaned and lunged for her only to find he couldn�t move. His head spun round and he realized his hands were tied to the bedposts with her Gryffindor tie. She giggled and he turned back to look at her as she moved to straddle his chest, making sure that she pushed his desperate cock behind her so that he rubbed up against her buttocks but had no chance of sneakily slipping inside her. She moved against his stomach making sure he could feel how wet and ready she was, little pools of her arousal puddling in his navel.
Then the evil witch parted her swollen slippery pink flesh and showed him the hot, wet entrance to Heaven, but he couldn�t reach it and instead had to watch her caressing her own engorged clit with two fingers. He was whimpering now and his penis was leaking continuously; he could feel it run down the crease of her ass and catch in the fine golden hairs on his balls. �Do you want this, Draco?� she teased now, bringing her fingers up to her mouth and licking them clean. Draco could barely even form thoughts he was so aroused but he managed a grunt which she must have taken for agreement for she flowed up his body until she was hovering over his face and then slowly lowered herself down so that her pretty pink flesh was over his mouth. Eagerly he surged upwards, tongue coming out to lap up all the slippery juices, nose rubbing against her clit as he delved as deeply as he could get inside her body trying to drink down everything he could taste.
He remembered the scent of her from the night they had first spoken about the Halloween party, only now it was better, stronger, closer. She also wasn�t as composed as she seemed. He could tell that muscles were trembling all over her body as she strained to keep upright whilst he did incredible things to her with his tongue, licking and sucking at her relentlessly driving her closer to her own orgasm. He could hear her panting gasps and saw that she was clinging on to the headboard now to prevent herself from collapsing from the tremors which were overtaking her whole body. He found his voice again, and his hands were suddenly free of the restraints. He clutched her bottom in his palms and whispered to her, �That�s it, Mina, I can tell you�re so close. Give it all to me�I want to drink you down. I want to look across the classroom tomorrow in Potions and remember you like this coming apart in my mouth.�
He got his wish, her body arched backwards until her hair tickled along his naked thighs and he could feel her pussy spasming around his tongue as he enthusiastically drank down every droplet of her climax. She was sobbing and grunting but her release was too intense to allow for speech, even his name was just garbled sounds as she shuddered over him. She collapsed beside him on the bed and he watched as she slowly regained her senses, turning to look at him with sleepy eyes. �I need you,� he whispered, and her lips curved up in a smile that took his breath away.
�I�m yours,� she replied simply, holding out her arms to him, and he rolled over and into her hot tight body in one smooth movement. Draco held himself totally still, panting with the effort not to come immediately whilst she continued to smile beneath him, pressing small kisses over his shoulders and neck until he had himself in control again. He began moving inside her so slowly at first. He wanted this to last, to stay wrapped in her heat forever, but the friction of his cock moving over her still swollen clit as he advanced and retreated was bringing her quickly to another earth shattering climax and her internal muscles clamping down on his erection began his own uncontrollable rush towards orgasm. They peaked simultaneously, Draco yelling out her name as his cock erupted again and again with what seemed like a tidal wave of cum pouring out of his body and into hers. His climax seemed to last for hours, and yet was still over too soon.
He felt as if his head had exploded so great was his release, and as his breathing finally slowed and regulated, he rolled over to capture her in his arms for the rest of the night, only to find that she wasn�t there, and never had been. Somewhere along the way he had forgotten that he was just indulging an erotic fantasy and had let himself believe it was really happening, whereas the reality was that he was laying alone in his bed in a rapidly cooling lake of his own cum, and Hermione Granger was fast asleep in her own room, no doubt dreaming of her NEWTS scores.
What the fuck was happening to him?

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Thanks to all who reviewed. Would love to thank you individually, but I don�t want to be one of those writers who devote an update to Thankyous and give the false illusion that a new chapter is up. I get so disappointed when that happens!
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