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The Whomping Willow (Kiandra_Black & Greeneyed23)

Brandon flopped into the chair beside Cleo with a groan. "OW!!" He had a glorious pair of black eyes and his lip was cut pretty well. "Hey hun..forgive the lack of a kiss."

Remus sat across from him with similar injuries but before either girl could ask a group of first years, of all four schools, came over apologizing. As they chattered the story came out.

Remus and Brandon had been at the top of the Grand Staircase when these first years had come spilling out of a hidden passage that was a slide from a upper floor to right where Brandon and Remus stood. They knocked Remus into Brandon then both older students went tumbling down the stairs. The black eyes had come when the first years had stampeded them trying to help. Brandon was leaning on Cleo groaning when one of them shifted and knocked a pitcher of water over onto his chest somehow missing her.

"OUT!!!" Brandon roared and the first years ran off as he dried himself off and lay is head on her shoulder. "Can I kill them? Please just a little bit?"

Remus grunted in agreement cleaning up the mess then said, "You had a question for Ms. Gale."

Brandon raised his head and took her hands. "Ms. Gale will you go to the Halloween Banquet with me?"
 
"Oh, my poor baby." She cuddled close, watching over him. She tries to hold back a grin as the first years began explaining. As he roared at them, she couldn't help it, and began laughing. As they scurried away, she righted the pitcher, then wandlessly dried her poor soulmate.

"No, you may not kill them, but I will help you gt a little revenge." She answered as she looked iver his face, her own masked with pity and sympathy for him. She smiled at him beautifully when he asked her to the banquet and immediately nodded her head, blowing him a kiss.

She went back to looking over his bruises and cuddled him close, letting him rest his head on her soft chest. "Does it hurt as much as it looks like it does?" She asked as she brushed his hair out of his face gently. She saw one bruise heading down under his shirt and asked, "Do those bruises go down your body?"
 
"Darling they go everywhere." He sighed then jumped as Sirius barked his name. "Brandon!!"

Brandon looked up about to snarl but then froze. Sirius had a newspaper and his face was pale as he walked over and held out the paper. the front page was a large moving picture. It was of Brandon's grandfather. His body was in flames and his head was stuck on a pike. Brandon stared at the image in shock. "What..."

Sirius explained. "Some Death Eaters attacked the funeral home he was in and stole him to do that to... They say it's a message to your family."

Brandon snarled wadded up the paper and threw it over the four tables to the fireplace where it crinkled up and vanished into ash in moments. "Bastards."
 
Cleo's eyes filled with tears as she saw the picture. She placed her hand on Brandon's, lending him her strength. She knew how heartbreaking that had to be. "Oh Brandon, I am so sorry." Her voice broke, but she stayed strong. Remus hugged Lily, who was crying as those seated at the other tables grew silent. The paper was distributed throughout the Great Hall, so the other students were reading the story.

Cleo kissed Brandon's temple, murmuring a soft lullaby her mother used to sing to her when she was distressed. She lifted his head and looked him in the eye, shocked to see the pain there, and more tears welled up, spilling out to cascade down her cheeks. Tears for him, for his pain.
 
He gazed into her eyes for a long moment then wiped the tears away and kissed her smiling. "Thank you Cleo. Thank you so much. let's get to class. Then I shall expect you at dinner." He kissed her again then went off to his next class ignoring the looks everyone was giving him.
 
Cleo headed to class and sat bored through it. Severus looked over at her a couple of times to find her staring off into space. He chuckled, surprised that the professors didn't call her out on it, but it seemed the castle was protecting her.

The hallways were teeming with rumors and stories from this morning. Cleo simply ignored it all, until one stupid Slytherin first year decided that it would be a good idea to state his opinion bout Brandon's grandfather's death in hearing range of Cleo.
"He deserved it, blood traitor." Within second, he was strung up, upside down, eye level with an enraged Cleo. "Want to say that again?"
"Um... no... please! Put me down!"
"Oh I don't thing so. You are going to tell me what you just said."
"I... I... I said that the blood traitor deserved it."
"You insignificant little bug! You think that you are better than someone simply because you are a pureblood!? Pureblood are nothing more than inbred rats! If we didn't marry into the Muggle world, we would have died off a long time ago! You have the nerve to stand there and say that a good man, who was a pureblood, deserved to be killed! To be positioned like that! You should be ashamed of yourself! If I ever hear you speak like that again, I'll cut off your tongue and make you watch while I feed it to rats. Then I'll turn the rats out on the bloody stump left in your mouth."

The first year stared at her, eyes wide, tears streaming down his forehead as he cried. He nodded as she glared at him, and Regulus pulled Cleo away, as the first year was dropped on his head. He cried out, but there was no permanent damage from the fall. Cleo turned away, burying her face in Severus' chest as she tried to calm herself. She also used it as a cover, as she was crying silently into his shirt.
 
Brandon had arrived just as Cleo turned into Severus' chest. He did not know what happened nor did he care. Cleo was upset.

He rushed to her side and had a silent exchange with Severus then gently pulled her away from her friend. "Cleo what's wrong?"

His voice and eyes were filled with concern for her knowing how strong she was unsure of what could possibly make his Cleo cry like this but the first thing in his mind was to tend to her as he was sure if someone had harmed her Regulus and Severus would be using the fool as a tennis ball. Brandon stroked her neck and whispered into the top of her head so only she could hear. "What is it my love? What troubles you so?" He was unaware of it but he was imitating his grandfather who had always spoken so to him and his other progeny when they were hurt or upset. The words had just fallen from his lips perfectly. He meant them and they suited the situation.

Around them Severus, Regulus, Remus, and even James and Sirius were ushering everyone away forming a circle around the couple giving them space and privacy having cast Muffliato on themselves so they also could not intrude.
 
She finally took a breath and said, "A stupid first year from my house said something ididotic. I might have threatened him..." she trailed off sheepishly as she wiped away a tear falling down her cheek before looking up at him. "He was wrong, and he made me ashamed to call Slytherin my house." Her eyes shimmered with unshed tears, as she breathed heavily. She hugged him again, waving a hand over his face to heal the bruises there before lifting up on her tip toes to place a soft kiss on his lips.

Severus looked over his shoulder at that moment, and rolled his eyes before turning away. Sirius however, turned around and wolf-whistled at the two of them. When Cleo pulled away from Brandon, she turned slitted eyes towards Sirius, who began to back away, hands up.

She spoke, her voice quiet yet the entire group heard her, "Am I allowed to jinx him babe?" A quiet laugh came from the group as the guys chuckled at Sirius' blanched face.
 
"Well if you do try not to make it any juicy." He smirked watching Sirius and lead them all to the Great Hall for dinner then gathered his Quidditch team. They had to practice tonight. "You wanna come along Ms. Gale?' He kissed her and started for the door.

Practice was particularly brutal tonight as they had a game this weekend and Brandon was a harsh captain and taskmaster. He punished even the smallest mistake with drills and had his team all able to switch roles easily though he pushed the role drills the hardest. He would banish extra heavy practice Bludgers at his beaters, and had a borrowed Snitch for his Seeker while he and his Chasers worked with a extra heavy Quaffle that had a spell on it making it much harder to catch but they all persevered well and by the end they were tired but felt ready for the upcoming game.
 
Cleo watched from the bleachers, a scarf wrapped around her neck to keep away the evening chill. She smiled as she watched them practice, and watched with eager eyes as Brandon flew. He looked amazing up there, and she felt an answering twinge between her legs.

She wasn't sore anymore.

She started planning for tonight and waved her wand over her body, switching her underwear for something she had in her drawer that Brandon had not seen yet. She smirked to herself as she thought of his reaction later tonight. She almost didn't realized that practice was over, so lost she was in a daydream, but movement below caught her eye as the team began landing. She stood, and grabbed her small book bag as she searched for Brandon below on the ground but didn't find him.
 
Brandon was looking forward to tonight. He always looked forward to time with Cleo but something felt special about tonight and his daydreaming distracted so he was the only one in the locker room when he came to himself. he started to strip down when a hand slammed an open locker shut.

Brandon looked over and groaned. Before him stood Crabbe, Goyle, and a four other bulky thugs. They were all horrible magicians who barely managed to pass their classes but their bulk and number allowed them to present quite the threat. Brandon was shirtless but still had his gauntlet's on and flexed them on his hands popping his neck. "Let's do this boys." His wand was in his shirt and he did not think using magic on them would be a good idea as this time he might lose control.

Crabbe, Goyle, and their little encircled him. "Krissin this is your last chance. Join the Dark Lord."
Brandon smiled. "Take my grandfather's answers boys. Fuck you."
Crabbe snarled and Goyle grunted and they rushed him.

Brandon threw himself back into the unsuspecting arms of the attacker behind him who started to wrap his arms around his target when Brandon buried his elbow in the larger fellow's face then began to snap his body back and forth striking his face with his elbow until the fellow fell while Brandon stepped forward and jumped off the bench nearby. His movement made him airborne and he met the charging second fellow with a knee to the face the other striking his chest. Brandon landed atop him then rolled forward the third jumping for him.

The third landed on his winded fellow as Brandon speared the fourth fellow into the lockers then brought his head up with a snap breaking his nose sending him down and dodging to the side as Crabbe, Goyle, and the third jumped forward at him crushing their compatriot against the lockers knocking him out cold. Brandon reached in and gripped the third's face yanking it back to grip his head and dropped back slamming the fellow's head into and through a bench breaking it to splinters. Brandon rolled free glaring at Crabbe and Goyle.

"Still want this go down boys?"
They snarled and rushed them and now Brandon squared up. His grandfather had taught him this and had made sure he fought well enough with both magic and his body to handle any situation that would require either. Brandon knew his body better than anyone else and knew he had to be careful with the gauntlets as they turned his fists into blocks of steel.

As Crabbe lunged forward Brandon peppered his face with four quick and barely contacting jabs that still hurt more than anything Crabbe had ever felt before and he sank to his knees as Brandon turned to face Goyle. Goyle roared and swung wildly. Brandon blocked both arms and jumped up and drop kicked Goyle who was thrown back into the locker to slide down them to the floor.

Brandon removed his gauntlets as Crabbe looked up at him his mouth bleeding as well as his nose and his right eye already swollen shut. "Crabbe I have a message for you and your master. Touch my family or my friends and..." he gestured at the five scattered about him. "Next time I won't let them walk out." He tilted Crabbe's jaw up then punched his across the jaw knocking him to the floor.

Brandon finished getting dressed and checked his wand then walked out to join Cleo. "Hey baby." Despite belief otherwise there were dark wizards in the other houses, including Gryffindor. Crabbe and Goyle had been the only Slytherins in the little group and this more than anything pissed him off which as he told Cleo what happened was made clear. He expected such things from Crabbe and Goyle but that the other houses or even other Slytherins were involved just made him want to scream. Severus and Regulus were not his best friends but they had honor which he could respect. He just did not understand.
 
Eyes wide, she heard the whole story then sighed and said, "You laid them out then?"

The two headed to the great hall, and Cleo cuddled into his side. Neither of them knew that they were being watched, two slitted red eyes watching them walk up to the castle.

Cleo sat down at the Gryfindor table, sitting next to Lily, Remus across from her. James and Sirius were missing and she raised an eyebrow in question towards Remus as Brandon joined her. He smiled and said, "Detention." Lily smirked and Cleo looked over at her in shock. "LILY! You just smirked like a true Slytherin!" She grinned at her as Lily rolled her eyes at Cleo as Remus started laughing.
 
Brandon shrugged. It had been nothing. Easy in fact.

He laughed at Lily's face but lead Cleo back to the table so he could eat again having only eaten lightly before practice. He ignored Lily and Cleo bickering as lily started pointing out how many Slytherins were failing classes and how ugly so many of the girls were. She really was just playing around as her sharp tongue could find any soft target and she would not truly attack Cleo because of Brandon.

Brandon dragged Cleo off to their room quickly and once outside the great hall he gently pushed her down a secret passage then wrapped his arms about her from behind and tilted her face up to kiss her passionately. "Have I mentioned that you are beautiful today?"
 
"Hmm, nope... I think you may have forgotten to tell me." She said, a smirk on her face as she looked up at him. After literally being dragged down the passageway, she decided it was time for a bit of revenge.

"Brandon, I need to tell you something." She stood on tippy toe and whispered the rest into his ear, "I'm not sore anymore." With that said, she escaped his arms, and running down the hall, stopped at the corner, blowing him a kiss. Then she disappeared around the corner.

Brandon might be stronger than her, but she was most definately quicker than him. She sped to their rooms, dodging students. The castle itself made sure that the stairs were in place for her, while moving away from Brandon to give her more time.

"UNITY!" She gasped as she reached the portrait guarding their rooms and slipped inside. She took a second to catch her breath then lay down on the large rug next to the fire. The fire itself framed her, causing her to glow as she lay on her side! Body on display, still in her uniform.

Underneath her uniform, was a gold and Burgundy corset, tied up on the sides with gold ribbon, showing off a sliver of pale skin. Under her skirt, she simply wore golden garter belts, which were attached to a Burgundy thong.

She would let Brandon unwrap her himself.
 
He staggered through the painting and whirled to find her and smirked. "Well don't you look delicious." He kicked off his shoes and peeled off his shirt tossing it aside. he had washed up after practice the fight not having drawn enough effort to require more cleansing.

He straddled her legs then lowered himself to kiss her running a hand through her hair and pulling her closer as he pressed himself against her his hardness resting against her tummy. He moaned and growled against her lips his hands running over her sides and along over her breasts squeezing gently. "You feel so good."
 
She smirked when he finally entered, her eyes drinking him in as he took his shirt off. Tonight was going to be so much fun, she could already tell.

She placed a hand on his neck, pulling him closer to her as she kissed him back. When the kiss ended, she ran her tongue around his lips, arching her back against him, pressing her breasts into his hand. She whimpered into a kiss, feeling her pussy get wet, soaking the thin fabric pressed against her. As she felt his hardness against her yummy a moan escaped her lips and she sat up to nibble on his outer ear, whispering into it, "Unwrap your present Brandon. I think you'll like what you find."

She lay back, her eyes gleaming mischieviously.
 
Brandon smirked and kissed her again but took her at her word and began to unwrap her. He was impressed at the colors but he wanted to see it all before he commented. He slipped her top off then her shoes, socks, then her pants and gazed at her hungrily. 'My my my. Not only naughty but loyal i see. Thank you baby."

He pulled off his own pants revealing his silver and green boxers but removed them quickly allowing his very erect cock to throb and bob as his hands moved to her body running over her skin and the fabric still on her his lips pressing to hers. "You are too much darling."
 
"Too much for you?" She asks mishieviously as she plays her hands over his chest, kissing him back as she arches her back. She runs her eyes over him, taking in every detail, from the top of his head, down his well-preportioned body, to his strong legs.

She pushed his boxers down his legs, biting her bottom lip as his cock came into view. She eyed it hungryily, her eyes shining as she smirked. She looked up at him and asked, "Why, are you happy to see me?" Playful sarcasm filled her voice as she asked him.
 
He leaned down and kissed her. "Yes you are. Which is why I am grateful for you. And you know I am. Been far too long a day without you." He kissed her again stroking her neck and shoulders lightly his fingers running over her breasts and the corset covered skin of her torso smiling happily as he pressed himself tighter against her his erection throbbing between them. He licked and sucked her lips hungrily grinding against her his skin growing hot against her. "You are perfect Cleo. Completely perfect."
 
"The only reason I am perfect, is because you complete me Brandon. I wouldn't be this person if I didn't have you in my life. For that, I am eternally grateful to the Fates." She said smiling up at him as the heat between them slowed. The passion was still there, now though they were simply enjoying one another.

Cleo pushed Brandon so that he could lay back and then she straddled him, beginning to run her hands down his skin. She watched him with love and wonder as she explored, kissing here and there. She tasted his skin gently, the heat between them distorting the air as she took her time. No place on his body was left untouched, either with kisses, or feather-light caresses, as she discovered his reactions. Her eyes filled with happy tears as she thought of how truly blesses she was to have a man like Brandon as her soulmate.
 
Brandon blushed at her words and as she pushed him back he gasped but before he could answer she began to explore his body and drive him absolutely wild. Her lips and fingers found places on his body he was not truly aware he had and now as she worked him over it was all he could do not to lose control. He ran his fingers up along her body and into and through her hair stroking her neck. As she touched him his erection throbbing harder against her arching up to press harder against her body. "Cleo..." He growled and moaned her name a few dozen times as she worked him over.
 
Cleo didn't stop, only tilted her head when she heard him say her name. The way he said it, with a sexy growl, caused her pussy to gush. She wanted him, now.

She sat up, straddling his waist, positioning herself over him. She rubbed him with her silk covered pussy, the cloth covering her slick and drenched with her arousal. It rubbed against him and she could feel his tip at her entrance, only the thin layer of silk seperating them.

Finally, one of her hands found the side of the thong and pushed it to the side, exposing her pussy to his cock as she sank down onto him, her muscles clenching around him, the walls hot and silky. She squeezed him and looked down into his eyes.

She had no idea of the picture she presented, still dressed in her corset, her cheeks flushed, hair falling around her, while she rode him slowly, teasing him with touches to his chest and nipples.
 
His body tensed and relaxed again and again as she rode him his hands running over her legs, hips, sides, and breasts then up her chest to caress her face and up through her hair.

He moaned and growled as he flexed within and under her his body seeming to pulse as one. He licked his lips watching her.

The sight before him was simply unearthly. His woman, his Cleo was the purest definition of sex and desire his entire being wrapped up in her as he watched her. He had never dreamed of having someone like her and now she was atop him giving him feelings that he had not even known existed. He growled again as he pushed up into her his hands gripping her hip and one breast tighter as the feeling nearly overcame him.

"Cleo..."
 
She answered him without thinking, her mind shut down due to the pleasure, "Brandon!" A gasp slipped out as she rode him just a bit faster, feeling him jerk within. Placed one hand in the middle of his chest to steady her, then slipped one to where they were joined, playing with her clit.

At the first touch, her body nearly gave out, and an orgasm ripped through her, making her pussy clench down hard on his cock, milking it. She cried out, mindless, her head thrown back as the aftershocks raced through her, starting at her clit and pulsing outward. She blacked out, collapsing on top of him, falling bonelessly over him. The last thing she registered before her vision went black was that her man was still hard within her.
 
Her orgasm yanked on him and though he tried he could not resist of nature and their bodies and as she threw her head back his balls drew up and with a snarling roar he gripped her breasts and with an audible pop began to flood her with his seed. He did not become aware of himself or the world around them until she lay atop him panting.

When he did realize that he still existed he started to shift only to feel his cock still hard buried within her. He was also strangely not very tired and he began to wonder if she could handle more after the intensity of this session. He whispered in a somewhat raspy voice. "Cleo?"
 
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