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Pansy's Volcano	By : Bluemidget57 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 206366 -:- Recommendations : 6 -:- Currently Reading : 8
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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
- 8
- 9
- 10
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Chapter Nine
Muggle Studies had been made compulsory for Purebloods by Dumbledore at the start of his 6^th Year, and despite himself, Draco had become fascinated with the ingenuity of Muggles in finding ways to compensate for their lack of magic. He hid it well, but this had become one of his favourite classes. The teacher Professor DiBona, was a halfblood who had a magical mother and Muggle father, but had selected to live in the Muggle world prior to her appointment. Dumbledore had chosen her well, for she was charismatic and had achieved the seemingly impossible task of making the subject appealing to majority of the Purebloods.

The course followed no set curriculum as there were no exams at the end, as it was intended to be an enrichment class. Professor DiBona conducted lessons by introducing a Muggle item or concept, and letting the student�s questions lead on from there.
Even though there were some she would never be able to reach out to, despite the complaints he made to the rest of the Slytherin students, Draco was not one of them. This term, Professor DiBona had started talking to Draco�s class about the Space Program, and it had fascinated Draco to think that Muggles with all the restrictions placed upon them with their lack of magical ability, could achieve such a feat. To wizarding society, the Heavens were for reading through astronomy, for predicting the future. But Muggles weren�t content to look. They wanted to go there, to touch it, to feel it, to make it real. This was tangible, and he was hooked.
He had stayed to talk with professor DiBona after the first class on the topic and she had made mention of a place called Hollywood, which was apparently a Muggle community that transformed Muggle books into moving pictures similar to wizarding photographs, and which had libraries full of motion pictures about space travel, both fact and fiction. With her help, Draco had obtained a dvd player and charmed it to work in his bedroom. It was his first 125% assignment of the year. It was also one of the secret pleasures which had distracted him from the Slytherin dormitories this year.
Professor DiBona had mentioned a number of films in the genre, but Draco had been drawn to an older movie called Star Wars. Professor DiBona had impressed upon him that it was absolute fantasy, but it showed the ingenuity of the Muggle imagination. If such a thing could be conceived, surely the next step was execution? Draco thought it was a perfect theme for the Feast; action, adventure, Good against Evil, and a glancing hint of romance if you dug deep enough. Since the Head Girl had tacitly agreed to his suggestion and then ignored him, he had spent the remainder of the weekend working hard with the Professor to discover if projection of the movie was possible so that it could be watched whilst the Ball was in progress by those who wished to do so.
He also couldn�t resist the thought of Granger in that slinky white dress, although he wasn�t sure she could ever tame her hair into the unusual coiled hairdo that the Princess wore throughout the movie, but he teased himself with the thought that it would leave her neck accessible for kissing and nibbling, although it was unlikely that Draco Malfoy would be allowed near enough to her to do so. No, that would be Weasley�s prerogative.
During the next prefect meeting Draco brought the dvd player from his room to the Prefect Office and played the film for the group. The Muggle born students appreciated the chance to see it again, and the purebloods who had mostly not encountered such a thing, were grudgingly impressed.
Hermione wasn�t sure how Draco had obtained a copy of the movie, or the means by which to play it; however, since she was still practicing avoidance , she refused to ask. She supposed if you had enough money to throw at a task, anything was possible. She tried to limit their contact to classes they shared and the twice weekly prefect meetings which were necessary to coordinate such a large project as Draco had proposed.
She was careful to always let Draco lead these meetings. And although the Gryffindor and Ravenclaw prefects gave her some odd looks as they were unused to her holding back in a public forum, no one actually said anything to her about her reticence.

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And so the Prefect Meeting on the Monday before the Feast soon rolled around. They were going over the final details of their assignments, and the Hufflepuff girls who had been put in charge of transfiguring a set of their spare robes into costumes for each of the characters in the movie were handing out their finished work. Hermione accepted the silky white dress from Hannah Abbott (who was trying very hard not to giggle at the thought of the Head Girl dressed in such a thing) and thanked her lucky stars that Draco had apparently not seen the third movie because there was no way in either the Muggle or Wizarding worlds that she would have appeared in that gold metal bikini. She would have rather been a Wookie!
The Hufflepuff�s job was mostly over, and the others would begin Saturday morning with the transformation of the Great Hall into the set of the movie. Professor Dumbledore had requested that Draco and Hermione report to him after this meeting to give him an overview of their progress and to receive a roster for the teachers who would be chaperoning, so that they could assign the prefects to assist as necessary.
Needless to say, Hermione was not looking forward to the meeting; she had maneuvered Ron into walking her to Dumbledore�s office, but she had been unable to come up with a plan for avoiding the Head Boy after the Headmaster dismissed them.
As the prefects began pushing their chairs back, Hermione caught Ron�s hand and they exited the room before any of the others and began making their way over to Professor Dumbledore�s office. When they reached the gargoyle, Ron stopped and pulled Hermione into a hug. �Don�t let the evil git get to you Mione.� He whispered in her ear. �He won�t try anything in front of Dumbledore, anyway. I�ll see you later. Harry called a practice for after the meeting, so I better run.�
Hermione didn�t want to tell him that Draco had actually behaved quite politely so far this year, because that was half the problem. In fact, she didn�t even want to admit it to herself, but she felt a guilty twinge at the omission and justified it by telling herself that Ron wouldn�t have believed her anyway.
She sighed as he tilted her chin up and gave her a gentle but thorough kiss on her mouth. She was sure he took the sound as a sigh of pleasure - arousal even - but her brain was busily processing her need to avoid the Head Boy and her guilt at using Ron�s obvious affection for her as an emotional crutch for her own inadequacies.
Ron backed away squeezing her fingers as he left, but annoyed with her own vacillating emotions she still didn�t immediately give the password to Dumbledore�s rooms and suddenly she felt Draco�s presence behind her, �What�s the matter, Granger?� he taunted. �The Weasel get you so flustered you can�t remember the password? Smarties,� he hissed, pushing past her as the staircase was revealed, and Hermione thought he deliberately knocked against her to unbalance her so that she instinctively grabbed for his arm rather than ending up on the ground.
Draco had been a witness to yet another affectionate moment between them and his temper had risen in relation to the nasty clenching in his stomach as he watched Weasley snogging the girl he wanted, and unable to act on his desires he had lashed out at the one responsible for his inner turmoil.
They both froze momentarily and looked at her hand as it clutched his arm though the dark wool of his school robes. Then Draco shook himself free and marched up to Dumbledore�s office leaving Hermione to trail behind, fuming at herself for being too tongue tied to produce a scathing retort.
Professor Dumbledore was awaiting them when the stairs deposited them at the entrance to his office. �Ah, Mr Malfoy, Miss Granger,� he greeted happily. �Do come in, sit down, sit down,� he waved at a compact blue sofa in front of his desk which Hermione was sure had never been there before during any of her visits to the Headmaster�s office. It looked awfully small and cosy to accommodate a Gryffindor and a Slytherin who didn�t like each other much.
�Sit, sit,� Dumbledore encouraged waving again towards the sofa, obviously thinking that they either hadn�t heard his first invitation, or weren�t moving fast enough. Hermione sighed deciding she would have to be the adult and stepped forward, only to find that Draco was patiently waiting for her to seat herself first, like a gentleman. She positioned herself into a corner as close to the arm as she could get and held herself stiffly when Draco subsided next to her, adopting a typical male sprawl which brought his thigh dangerously close to touching hers.
Dumbledore took his position on the other side of the desk and steepled his fingers together as he studied them over the rim of his glasses. Hermione got the distinct impression that he was scheming. It was a look she had seen too often on Ron and Harry�s faces just before they got into some spectacular trouble. But the Headmaster was so much older and so much more powerful that she became quite worried as to what he could have in mind.
�So, tell me, Miss Granger, Mr Malfoy,� he began. �How is the year going for you both? I haven�t had the chance to speak to you since the beginning of term. Of course, I would like to hear about the Halloween party, although Professor DiBona has certainly given me some hints, and it sounds very exciting -� Hermione shot Draco a curious glance at this, surprised that he would have involved the Muggle Studies teacher in his preparations, but realizing how sensible it was. Perhaps she had been misjudging his common sense after all. �But first,� Dumbledore continued blithely, �I want to know how you two are getting along together this year. I hope that certain - tensions - from previous years are not affecting your ability to work effectively as a team?�
Hermione was still studying Draco as he turned to stare at her following the Headmaster�s words, with a strange expression on his face. Hermione gulped and looked back at Dumbledore, who had obviously caught the furtive glances and was twinkling suspiciously. �Of course,� he added, �You will realise that there was some consternation at the choice of the two of you for these positions this year,� Hermione frowned; she was not used to the idea of causing consternation for her teachers, �but I felt that you would both be sufficiently mature to put the good of the school before your own differences. I am thinking that so far I have been correct? The complexity of your Halloween choice certainly seems to show an excellent spirit of cooperation!� and they both mumbled an affirmative.
�Excellent, excellent. So, let�s move on to Halloween. Of course, as usual we will begin the feast at 6.30 to be followed by dancing, and I believe some kind of moving picture show! Miss Granger, here are the schedules for the adult chaperones. One for yourself and one for Mr Malfoy.�
Hermione rose and accepted the lists from Professor Dumbledore, passing Draco his before she sat down again, and she was suddenly aware that the sofa had shrunk since she stood up. She almost seemed to be rolling towards Draco now, her shoulder brushing his, but it had to be an illusion for Draco looked totally undisturbed, an expression she was sure he wouldn�t be able to maintain if the furniture had independently started resizing itself whilst her back was turned.
�Well, Professor,� Draco began, for it seemed to be obvious to him that Hermione had given him charge of this project. He outlined their plans and Dumbledore responded enthusiastically as they had known he would. He was impressed with the charms Draco was using to make the dvd player work, and although Hermione had known what he planned, she had never heard him describe the mechanics of how he intended to achieve it. She tried not to look too impressed, he would surely never let her forget it if he thought she admired something he had done.
�Very good, Draco,� Dumbledore said admiringly as he concluded his presentation. �I am glad that you chose a Muggle theme; it convinces me that I chose this year�s Head Students well!�
Draco grinned at Hermione as he dropped back onto the sofa beside her and there was no doubt in her mind now that it had definitely shrunk. She could feel the heat of his body radiating next to her, and the sight of his face wearing a genuine smile instead of the usual supercilious smirk took her breath away. There was a nervous twisting in her stomach which always happened in the presence of the Head Boy these days.
Dumbledore cleared his throat, and Hermione suddenly realised that they had been sitting staring at each other for Merlin knew how long. She twisted her hands together and fought desperately not to blush; she was already far too overheated from just sitting there so close to him, without giving Dumbledore the impression that something else was going on.
She looked back towards the Headmaster and caught a very thoughtful expression on his face which disappeared as soon as he realized she was watching him. �Of course,� he said cheerfully, �Considering all the splendid attention to detail your team has put into this occasion, I think that it would be most effective if you attend together.� The way he asked made it quite clear to Hermione that this was in fact an order and not a polite request.
Her first reaction was to panic, which was closely followed by shame that disappointment for Ron had not been her first reaction. This was to have been their first chance to attend a formal occasion together, and she knew Ron had been looking forward to showing off the Head Girl. It was kind of endearing; he had always had so much to follow, what with his older brothers and then Harry overshadowing him at every turn, and Hermione�s growing guilt over her unacceptable obsession with Malfoy had seen her determined to make this dance special for him.
Now Dumbledore was just steamrollering over her plans with one of his own peculiar schemes. Her guilt gave her the courage to challenge the Headmaster. �But Professor,� she said unhappily. �I�ve already got a date, and I�m sure Malfoy has someone else in mind as his partner�.�
�Nonsense, my dear,� Dumbledore twinkled. �It�s only one night and I�m sure Mr Weasley can spare you. There�ll be plenty of time for you to have a dance or two with him, but I need to show the school that we are making great strides towards inter-house unity, and what better example could there be than our dear Head Students; old foes from rival houses setting aside their differences to become an example for all of us. I think you might as well tell all the other prefects to pair up too - out of their houses, of course.�
Dumbledore stood, and they were both clear that this meant the subject was closed and their instructions given.
�Of course, if that is what you wish,� Hermione said stiffly. �Goodnight, Sir.� She strode out of the office and down the stairs as fast as she could without making it look like she was stomping off in a huff. She was positive that Draco was enjoying her discomfort, if not the actual situation; he was following close behind her and she just knew that some snarky, sarcastic comment would be forthcoming the second they were out of the Headmaster�s earshot.
Sure enough, it came as the stone gargoyle revolved shut behind them. Draco leaned back against the wall, crossing his arms over his chest and watched her stormy face from under his long silky lashes - Damn it, Hermione, stop that!

�Well, Granger,� he drawled. �Looks like we have a hot date for Saturday night, then -�
�Shut up, Malfoy!� she hissed. Pushed beyond all endurance by Dumbledore�s scheming and her own disloyalty she lashed out at the person responsible. �This is so not a date. It�s an imperial command from an elderly power-happy wizard whom I am beginning to think has totally lost his marbles!� Draco looked momentarily confused not understanding the Muggle phrase but Hermione, on a roll now, kept on venting. �Ron was really excited - this was supposed to be our first real date, and now I have to tell him that I�ve got to go with you! You of all people; the incredible bouncing ferret! It�ll kill him. Oh, I can�t even bear to think about this now! I have things to do!�
She spun on her heel and stomped away, leaving Draco leaning against the wall. Admittedly, he had deliberately provoked her, but he had found out to his own sick horror that Hermione Granger was even cuter when she was mad at him. When she yelled at him her eyes flashed with golden sparks, and the way she kept drawing deep calming breaths as if trying to restrain herself from hexing him made her chest heave thrusting her breasts tightly against her white school shirt, and totally distracted him from her insults.
However, he really seemed to have pushed her too far this time, and had gotten more than he bargained for. This was a genuinely upset Hermione; her words about Ron Weasley made his stomach tighten in an uncomfortable way, and all the pleasure which had rushed over him when Professor Dumbledore made his decree evaporated like mist, leaving him feeling confused and ready to snap at someone. He pushed himself away from the wall and stormed off down the corridors to find a victim. There must be some Hufflepuffs out after curfew somewhere in a castle this big.

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Well, there it is. I hope the whole movie idea is not too lame. At least, I don�t think it�s been done before - if it has, I haven�t read it. I had intended to use a Halloween movie but I just couldn�t think of one, and there are a couple of scenes from Star Wars which ended up leading very nicely into a couple of conversations later in the story, so it actually fitted quite well. Next time we will be visiting with the faculty for a brief shining moment.
Cheers,

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