Unity

Hermione and Draco entered the Great Hall together and sat down at the Slytherin table. She reached out and pulled the plate of eggs towards her, taking a spoonful and placing it on her plate. She passed the bowl to Draco and he took it with a quietly muttered, “Thanks.”

She ignored the snickers and chatter that could be heard not only from her housemates, but from the other three houses as well. A cough from the head table interrupted her thoughts and the sound of a large number of heads turning could be heard whispering throughout the hall.

Albus Dumbledore stood up and smiled at all of the children of Hogwarts.

“I have a very exciting announcement to make,” the quiet chatter died down at this statement. “We know that you greatly enjoyed the Yule Ball that happened during the Tri-Wizard Tournament. I, and the rest of the Professors here, have decided that we are starting another new tradition; we will have a yearly Yule Ball that happens before you are let go for break. The only thing different from the Yule Ball from several years past is that everyone can attend.” At this pronouncement, the entire hall erupted in loud applause and shouts of excitement. For the rest of breakfast, the Yule Ball was the only topic of conversation for all, except Hermione and Draco who simply continued to eat their food.

Draco and Hermione were walking to class when a Slytherin brushed past her knocking her books out of her hands. Draco stopped to pick them up and when she looked at the retreating Slytherin, she burst out laughing. Draco looked up and saw her pointing at the person’s back, which was now see-through.

“What just happened?” Draco asked as he chuckled, handing her books back to her.

“I put a repelling spell on me so anything they try to do to me automatically goes onto them. It was inspiration from a childhood taunt,” she laughed.

“What taunt?” he asked quizzically.

“I’m rubber, you're glue, whatever you say bounces off of me and sticks to you,” she said with a glint in her eye.

A slight cough came from behind the two heads and they turned to see a large crowd of first year Slytherins. A young brown haired boy stepped forward.

“We just wanted you to know that we aren’t a part of this. We actually like you. You are always nice to us and don’t look down at us because we are younger. We just wanted to tell you that, and that if we hear anything they are planning, then we will warn you as soon as we can,” he smiled weakly at her and looked down at his shoes.

“Thank you. That means a lot to me,” she said as she bent down and kissed him on the cheek. He blushed, and him and the rest of the first years turned and ran to class. When she stood up she looked at Draco and gave him a wistful smile. He just stood there stunned, an internal debate taking precedence.

“Hey, Hermione, would you possibly want to go to the Yule Ball with me?” Draco asked nervously, hoping to not get rejected. She smiled at him and nodded. He picked her up and gripped her to his body in a tight hug.

“Thank goodness!” he exclaimed. She chuckled in his ear and asked him to put her back down.

“Now that that’s out of the way, let’s go to class.” They continued on their way, not noticing the slinking shadow that followed behind them. Hermione felt something hit her and then heard a scream from behind her. When they turned around they were met with a rather indignant and red-faced Pansy who had suddenly found herself with a dragon’s tale coming out of her backside. Hermione and Draco quickly burst into laughter at the haughty girl glaring at them as the purple tinted tale swung back and forth like a cat’s tale.

“I’ll get you for this you stupid Mudblood,” she stated angrily, before stomping her foot and walking away. As her laughter calmed down, she muttered, “yeah, we’ll see about that Pansy.” There were no more incidents that day, although she did notice that several of the Slytherins looked at her with fear and a little bit of respect in their eyes.

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Her repel spell was coming in handy a great deal. She had so far avoided having green hair, bunny ears, buckteeth (thankfully she didn’t have to relive that horrific incident), and silver skin. She had also been approached by each year of Slytherins up to the fifth year. They saw what the first years had seen, a ferocious lioness and fanged serpent that had been pissed off past the point of no return. They had learned to leave her alone, and when they did that, she left them alone.

She stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around her body, and another around her hair. As she stepped out of the bathroom, she bumped into Draco who was leaving his room. He gawked at the sight of her in nothing but a fluffy green towel. Her dewy skin was obviously fresh from a shower, and her intoxicating scent enveloped his senses, completely captivating him. He stood there staring at her, completely still. She chuckled at his actions as she walked towards him, stopping mere inches from his face.

“You shouldn’t stare like that, your face might stick like that,” she said as she snapped her fingers in front of his face. He blinked at the vision standing in front of him.

“Sorry, you just… towel… naked… Hermione,” he stuttered out ungracefully. His arms came up and gripped her shoulders, pulling her closer to him, close to the point that they were touching in every possible space, and he could feel every curve on her delicious body. His mouth descended upon hers, lips colliding with a fierce passion. She gasped at the passion behind his kiss, he felt her mouth open and slipped his tongue in, taking advantage of her shock. They broke the kiss to grab a breath of air, and he looked at her flushed cheeks. She was innocence personified on the outside, but he knew that on the inside she was full of fire and passion.

She looked at him and made a decision. She looped her finger under his collar and pulled him into her room. She continued to pull him across the room till he was standing with his back to her bed. She gently pushed him down so that he fell backwards onto the bed with a little bounce. He looked up at her with a devilish smirk on his face. She reached up and tugged on the tip of the towel that was stuck between her breasts. It dropped to the ground with a whoosh, and he gawked at her body. A body that he had only imagined in his wildest dreams and fantasies, and even then he clearly had not done her justice. She was a goddess. There was no other way to describe her. He sat up on the bed and pulled his shirt off.

She gazed at his perfectly chiseled chest. Gods, how is that even possible? No man should be that perfect. She stood there staring at him and his smirk grew wider with the realization that he had stunned her to silence. He pulled her towards him and she fell on top of him on the bed. He rolled her over and pressed her into the mattress with his body.

Standing back up, he pulled off his buckle and unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down, revealing boxers in royal blue with little tiny snitches on them. Hermione snapped out of her stupor when the boxers flashed, “Grab that snitch!” at her.

He crawled back up her body, coming face to face with her chocolate brown eyes. He reached up and cupped her face, dipping his head down and claiming her lips once again. They met head to head, their passions colliding and mixing together, creating an explosion of desire.

His hand danced down her body caressing each curve and angle. He cupped one perfectly sized breast in his palm, feeling the nipple harden against his warm hand. He moved down her body, taking her other nipple into his wet, warm mouth. She gasped at the new sensation, her body jumping into the air. He kissed down her stomach, running his tongue over her stomach in a pattern. His hand grabbed her breast, rolling it around in his hand. He moved lower, releasing her breast and moving so that he was at her entrance. He took a deep breath, breathing in her scent. His hand meandered to her core, stroking her outer lips. Her clit peeked out from between the lips and he lapped at the tiny bud. She moaned at the feeling of his warm tongue on her pussy.

He lapped at her folds, pulling back her outer lips with one hand and pushing a finger inside her. She was hot and wet, he could just imagine how amazing she would feel around his cock. He hardened at the simple thought. He gently pushed another finger into her, pumping them in and out of her pussy. He could feel her inner walls starting to tremble. He pulled his fingers back out and stuck them in his mouth, sucking her essence off of his fingers. She looked up at him with a look of anger in her glazed eyes.

He stood back up and pushed his boxers off of his hips. She gasped at the sight of his hard cock standing out at her. He climbed back on top of her and rubbed his thumb over her clit bringing her right back to that precipice that she had lost earlier when he had stopped his ministrations. He grasped his cock and pushed inside of her, both groaning at the feeling of completion, the feeling of warmth, the feeling of penetration. He pulled back out and thrust into her again, making a steady rhythm that was slowly building them up. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer to her, and pulling his head down to hers, kissing him. She inserted her tongue into his mouth slithering it over his, creating a similar thrusting effect to the actions of their bodies.

Their pleasure was slowly building, both out of their minds with it. They were lost in each other, oblivious to everything else. He continued to thrust inside of her. He brushed his hands over her breasts, tweaking her nipples. She gasped and jackknifed. He pushed one hand down to her center. He looked to see where it was and saw his cock entering her pussy and he growled at the image, bringing him closer to the edge. His thumb brushed against her clit and she went over the edge into a screaming orgasm. Her fluids gushed over his cock and her inner walls gripped down on his cock. The pressure from her walls sent him catapulting into his orgasm, collapsing on top of her, gasping for breath.

He rolled off of her and scooted up the bed, dragging her with him. She cuddled into his side, wrapping her arms around his body and tenderly kissing his chest. He glanced down at her and kissed the top of her head. The two fell into an easy, comfortable, and sated sleep.

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sorry it took so long. I kinda lost where I was going with this. But I have a steady idea and I should have more soon.
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