marysuevirus | Chapter 35 - Questions (Reply)

Holy crap... I think the flow is slowly ebbing now, so the updates might slow up a bit after this, but hey, I could be wrong. I think my fingers are going to fall off if I keep typing this fast though... I need those monkeys with typewriters... and I need some sleep. LOL Oh, and I'm enjoying my new avatars with these new chapters. I've got one for each boy now but I'll be trying to put something together for Draco. I've got a few for the mutant sues too but... *points* Aren't they pretty? Okay, okay... I'm going to bed now.

Title: The Mary Sue Virus
Chapter Title: Questions
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.

Azalea sat straight up in bed. She was sure she’d heard the distinct pop of someone apparating out in the street. She listened intently for a moment but heard nothing. As she tried to convince herself that she’d imagined it, she snuggled back into Oliver’s arms. She’d moved her things into his room, amid complaints from her brother, on her first night in the house. He didn’t wake up, but instinctually pulled her closer. She’d almost drifted off again when there was a heavy knock at the front door. Oliver groaned and rolled out of bed, slipping on a pair of pajama pants and not bothering with a shirt. Azalea reached for the slip of silk that somehow qualified as a nightie she had started to sleep in the night before… it hadn’t stayed on long of course. As she left the room, she slipped it on over her head, adjusting the thin straps as the hem brushed the floor. As she padded down the stairs, she heard Oliver’s voice.

“Fuck, George, it’s six o’clock in the morning!”

“Consider it karma, mate. For all the times you dragged my ass out of bed to fly around in the rain.” George smiled as he came into the entryway and lifted his eyes to Azalea who had stopped about half way down. “Miss Haverty, I presume?”

“Azalea!” Hyacinth stepped out from behind George as he and Oliver moved into the sitting room. The girls exchanged a quick hug before Hyacinth glanced over at the retreating boys, and spotted Oliver’s outfit. She gave Azalea an impressed look and mouthed something that looked vaguely like ‘Nice!’

Azalea laughed a little. “What are you two doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be at the Weasley family jamboree?”

“I was… and I’ll tell you about that later.” Hyacinth’s cheeks flushed slightly, telling Azalea she was going to enjoy that conversation. “I’m going with George to the meeting.”

“How’d you pull that off?” Azalea moved slowly into the sitting room, where the guys were already fully into a conversation of their own.

“I volunteered… to Dumbledore.” Azalea’s jaw dropped as Hyacinth explained. “He was talking to the Weasleys about you and how you were going to the meeting to help Oliver, and I volunteered to do the same for George.”

“Makes sense. I’m sure the others would have done the same if given the chance.” Azalea sat on the couch and Hyacinth joined her. “So, coffee?”

“If any of you want me to make any sense at all, then yeah, that’s a good idea.” Oliver got up and went to the kitchen. “Sit down, Lea. You’re still a guest here.” She’d barely gotten up but she settled herself back onto the couch.

“So, what’s the plan?” Hyacinth started in as soon as Oliver returned with the coffee.

Both men exchanged dark looks. “I’m sure you’ve both got some idea of what you’re getting into here.” George started slowly. “But this could get ugly, and fast.”

Azalea put down her coffee and sighed. “Look, I’ve gotten the rundown on all of this a long time ago.” Both men looked surprised.

“I did too. We all did. It was part of growing up in the kind of families we grew up in.” Hyacinth sipped from her mug. “The deatheaters are all about power, every kind of power. Therefore, sex is a big part of the structure. The big question is,” she turned to Azalea. “How do we want to be presented?”

Azalea shrugged. “We’re there for them, we’re theirs. That part is simple, otherwise this could get… messy.” She leaned back into the couch and took a sip of coffee. “Just how ‘theirs’ we want to be, that’s the harder part.” The girls discussed details for quite sometime, each occasionally noting a change in their guy at the mention of one thing or another. Azalea nearly grinned when she noticed Oliver shift in his seat, trying to conceal the hard on he got when she mentioned getting a corset. She filed that bit of info away for later.

Hyacinth watched George adjust his jeans when she brought up fishnets, and smiled. Somehow, she wasn’t really surprised but she decided it was time to let the boys off the hook for a bit. “Have you owled your parents yet?”

Azalea nodded. “My father was so pleased that I had ‘come to my senses’. He was slightly less pleased that I was coming to the meeting with Oliver.” She shrugged.

“I sent one last night. I’m sure I’ll get a response soon enough.” Hyacinth finished off her coffee and checked the clock on the wall. “Think the stores are open yet?”

Azalea’s eyes moved to the clock. “Even if they aren’t, there’s a great little café a few blocks from here, we could stop and get breakfast on the way.”

“We’ll deal with the details that we can while you’re out.” Oliver got up and kissed the top of Azalea’s head. “But first, I’m going to get dressed.”

“Good idea.” Azalea laughed then turned to Hyacinth. “I’ll be down in a minute.”

Hyacinth smirked. “Take your time.”

Azalea stuck her tongue out at her friend as she hurried up the stairs. Oliver was already half dressed when she entered the room. “Oh well, there goes that idea.” She teased as she slipped her arms around his still bare torso.

He turned to face her, kissing her softly. “As tempting as that is, we have a lot to do.” He kissed her again and then reached for his shirt.

“Tell me something.” She turned and let the nightie slip from her shoulders and puddle on the floor before reaching for her jeans. “How many of these meetings have you been to?”

“A fair few.” His eyes drifted over her body as she dressed. “Why?”

She swallowed hard. “Well… have you… I mean… did you ever…”

“Participate?” He smiled at her as she pulled a sweater over her head. “No. I’ve managed to stay out of that part of it. The thing is, Lea…”

“It’ll be harder with me there? I know.” She snuggled back into his arms. “Whatever happens, I love you and I know you love me.” She smiled. “By the way, what are you planning on wearing?”

Down in the sitting room, Hyacinth was getting her purse out of the knapsack she and George had brought. When she stood up, George had a strange look on his face. “What is it?”

“It’s just…” he took a deep breath. “A few things are making a little more sense now. I knew you grew up in a different world from the one I did, but I never thought…”

She frowned slightly. “It’s like etiquette. George, it’s not like I’ve had lessons in all this. It was just part of the facts of life talk most of the girls got. Besides,” She sat down in his lap, kissing his neck gently. “You are the only one I’d ever want to belong to.”

He chuckled slightly. “Can’t argue with that.” His brought his lips to hers.

“I’m coming down the stairs!” Azalea’s voice shattered the moment.

“I’m naked!” George’s voice echoed through the house.

“I’m still coming downstairs!” Azalea called back with a laugh.

Suddenly they heard the sound of a door opening. “I’m trying to fucking sleep.” Alec’s voice cut through the laughter.

“We’ll be out of your hair in a bit, dear brother!” Azalea called back as the door slammed. “Ready to go?” Hyacinth nodded and climbed off of George’s lap. Oliver joined them in the entry way. Azalea smiled at her friend before turning and kissing her man. She leaned in and whispered in his ear. “So… the corset. Leather or satin?” She kissed the tip of his nose and slipped out the door without waiting for an answer. She turned and blew him a kiss as the door closed, giggling to herself about the look on his face. She swore to herself that was the last bit of torture she was going to put him through.