Chapter 4 - Surprises
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Wow... I can't beleive how much I'm getting done tonight... I must be missing tons of stuff! LOL Anyway, let the fun begin... literally in this chapter! *wink*
Title: The Mary Sue Virus
Chapter Title: Surprises
Fandom: Harry Potter
Rating: 18+
Warnings: Graphic Sexual situations, Oral, Angst
Disclaimer: The recognizable characters in this work of fiction and the world it is set in are the property of J.K Rowling and Warner Bros. Pictures. The original characters are the property of Dazzledfirestar, Nanaea, Madapple and Polywolly, and are not to be used without the permission of those individuals. I am not making any money from this and it is purely a flight of fancy for the purpose of entertainment only.
Chapter Title: Surprises
Fandom: Harry Potter
Rating: 18+
Warnings: Graphic Sexual situations, Oral, Angst
Disclaimer: The recognizable characters in this work of fiction and the world it is set in are the property of J.K Rowling and Warner Bros. Pictures. The original characters are the property of Dazzledfirestar, Nanaea, Madapple and Polywolly, and are not to be used without the permission of those individuals. I am not making any money from this and it is purely a flight of fancy for the purpose of entertainment only.
Azalea wandered back into the dorm room she shared with Hyacinth and Issobell. Rowena had managed not to get kicked out by any of the other Slytherin girls and the three of them sat around waiting for Azalea to get back and spill all the dirty details, but the tiny redhead looked far from sexually satisfied. In fact, she seemed more confused than anything else. She closed the door behind her and just stood before them for a while. Rowena was the first to speak. “Well?”
Azalea looked at her and the confused look deepened. “I scrubbed caldrons.” She finally said. Her brow furrowed and she flopped down onto the nearest bed. “He didn’t even try anything. It was…” she took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. “It was an actual detention.” She bent to take off her shoes. “I don’t get it…” She grumbled a little more and rubbed her very empty stomach.
“Well, we may have figured part of all this out, anyway.” Hyacinth passed a very heavy book over to Azalea as she sat up. “Transfero Unus ut ceterus. Basically translates to ‘from one to the other’.”
“Any way to break it?” Azalea scanned the page.
“No.” Rowena shook her head. “It looks like the only person that can break the spell is the one who casts it. Otherwise, we just have to let it run its course.”
“Meaning…” Azalea had put the book down and was rubbing her eyes, trying to take all the information in.
“Meaning that whatever the author of this Mary Sue has in mind, we don’t get out of here until it’s all done.” Issobell leaned back against the foot of one of the beds and placed the dropped book on the pile of others.
“But once that happens, we should just reappear at home.” Hyacinth tried to sound positive.
Any more talk of the spell was interrupted by Azalea’s growling stomach. She blushed and smiled sheepishly. “Sorry, missed dinner.”
“We all did.” Issobell got up and headed for the door. “I’ll go out there and see if I can round us up something to eat.” Before any of the others could shout out requests for what to bring back, she was half way through the common room. She was mentally tallying the different kinds of Mary Sues they could be trapped in. The possibilities seemed endless. She was so lost in her own thoughts that she missed the turn that lead in the direction of the kitchen and found herself wandering around the dungeons. “Shit.” She muttered in the dark. She spun around and ran right into the last person most Hogwarts students would want to run into in a dark hallway in the middle of the night. “Professor Snape!” He grabbed her by the shoulders to steady her.
“Miss Widdershins.” She shivered a bit when he didn’t let go of her arms. “I suspect you have a reason for breaking curfew.” A strange smirk crossed his face and as Issobell looked up at him she felt the same snap that Azalea had described, the same loss of control. Part of her wanted to run back to the dorms and tell the girls, another part was telling her to stay, and find out what would happen. But it didn’t seem to matter what her mind was telling her to do. She knew that no matter what she decided, she was at the mercy of the author… and in this case, Snape. The thing was, in that moment, she didn’t seem to mind. She shivered again as Snape leaned into her. “My office, Miss Widdershins.” He tightened his grip on her arms. “Now.” As soon as he let go of her, she turned and walked quickly towards the potions classroom. She didn’t need to look back to know that he was right behind her. She could practically feel his breath on her neck.
Issobell felt her breath catch in her throat as the door closed behind them. She would have known exactly what to expect if it hadn’t been for Azalea’s disappointing detention, but as it was she had no idea what was going to happen. “Professor…” She spun around to say something, but the words never made it out of her lips.
“Miss Widdershins, how many times am I going to have to warn you about breaking curfew?” Snape’s lips were barely an inch from hers.
“I… I’m sorry, s-sir.” She tried desperately to steady her voice, but she was failing miserably. She opened her mouth to try to explain. All that came out, however, was a gasp as he grabbed her hips and pulled her roughly toward him.
“Perhaps,” he tightened his grip, “you need to be reminded.” Without another word, Snape swept her feet out from under her. Instinctively she wrapped her legs around her professor’s waist as their lips collided. She moaned into his mouth as his grip on her thighs tightened. As he moved her closer to the nearest desk, a strange thought popped into her head. I’ve done this before… But she didn’t have time to really consider this. She smiled slightly as he pulled back from her just long enough to pull her heavy robes over her head. Her top and skirt followed quickly and he hung back, admiring her as she sat on the desk in only her knee high socks and shoes. She shivered slightly in the chill of the dungeons.
“Professsor…” She gasped as his lips landed on her neck. He bit down slightly as his hands glided up to her sex. She moaned again as his dexterous fingers finally made contact. His lips slipped down from her neck slowly, kissing and sucking at her collarbone as his fingers methodically circled her clit. She threw her head back and groaned as his mouth found her breast. He drove her closer and closer to the edge. “Professor, please…”
He looked up at her and smirked. “Please what, Miss Widdershins?” His fingers didn’t stop moving.
“I…” She gasped again. “I need…” She cried out as he pushed harder on her clit. “I need you inside me!” She screamed as she reached her climax. Snape didn’t waste any time. He undid his trousers quickly and drove himself into his still vibrating student in one swift movement. He gave her a moment to adjust to his intrusion before he began to pound into her. She shrieked as another orgasm tore through her, and then another and another. Isobell gripped his shoulders, trying to steady herself. Snape sped up his pace as he neared his own release. She felt his length twitch and he let out a ragged moan as he came deep inside her. They stayed connected for a moment or two as they both recovered their breath. Snape pulled away, grabbing his wand from another nearby desk. He waved it and cleaned them both of the remnants of their coupling.
“Now, Miss Widdershins,” He turned from her, doing up the fly on his trousers. “I take it you have learned your lesson this evening.”
Isobell had just managed to pull her skirt back on and she nodded. “Oh, yes, sir.” She finished getting dressed, quickly departed from the potions classroom and headed back to the Slytherin dorms. She closed the dorm room door behind her, looking even more confused than Azalea had an hour earlier. The other girls looked up at her questioningly. Azalea was the first to speak.
“Where’s the food?”
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Date: 2007-10-20 01:18 am (UTC)One typo:
“My office, Miss Widdershins.” He tightened (h)is grip on her arms. “Now.”
And you need another line break between paragraphs up where Issobell gasps "I need..."
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