Chapter 41 - Show No Fear
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marysuevirusMad... I hope you don't regret trusting me with this. *huggles* Oh and yes... I know it was Fred that used Ron's puffskein as a bludger... but I figure they were both in on it. Oh... and Lucius is an asshole.
Title: The Mary Sue Virus
Chapter Title: Show No Fear
Fandom: Harry Potter
Rating: 18+
Warnings: Graphic Sexual situations, Oral, Angst (This chapter: Voyeurism, BDSM)
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.
Chapter Title: Show No Fear
Fandom: Harry Potter
Rating: 18+
Warnings: Graphic Sexual situations, Oral, Angst (This chapter: Voyeurism, BDSM)
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.
Hyacinth snuggled closer to George, only her eyes betraying how horrified she was. Real fear was forming in the pit of her stomach. If Bellatrix could have that done to someone she seemed to have some kind of affection for… she barely stifled a shudder. She’d felt George tense when Fenrir had approached Azalea, ready to back Oliver up if it came to that. That tension had grown steadily since.
“What about this one?” a small, wheezy voice caught Hyacinth’s attention.
Lucius laughed from his chair. “She’s a bit out of your league, Wormtail.” Another laugh left his lips as she surveyed the action around him with interest.
Pettigrew grinned lecherously at the brunette in George Weasley’s lap. George looked down on him with a look of distaste. “Back off, rat.”
“Weasley,” Snape sneered from the darkness of a corner, “is that any way to speak to someone who was a guest of your family for so long?”
“You know, Wormtail, it’s a shame my muggle-loving idiot of a brother kept you so close all the time. We could have had some fun.” A very un-Weasley look crossed George’s face. “Fred and I were always short a bludger when we practiced.”
Wormtail squeaked. “You wouldn’t have!”
“Wouldn’t I?” George resumed playing with Hyacinth’s choker. “Tell that to Ron’s puffskein.”
Pettigrew, after spending 12 years in the Weasley house, had obviously heard that particular story and his already sallow skin paled a little more.
Snape appeared behind Peter suddenly, throwing the smaller man away from the couple. “Make yourself useful, Wormtail. Go and tell the help that more wine is required.” With a bit of a whimper and a swift kick, Wormtail scurried up the stairs. The activity around them had become almost manic, but Hyacinth could still feel Bellatrix’s attention wandering over to them. Snape it seemed picked up on it too. He knew he had to act quickly. “I seem to recall, Weasley,” he had a very serious expression on his face, more so than usual. “That the last order I placed with you was a little short.” A very convincing smirk crossed his lips. “Perhaps I should take what I am owed out of Miss Ironmonger.” He laughed mockingly.
“Well,” George smirked back, having caught on to what Snape was doing. “If you had paid on time, we wouldn’t be having this conversation.” He ran a finger under the velvet around Hyacinth’s neck. “But if you feel you’re owed something…” He lifted the brunette to her feet and nudged her in Snape’s direction. He immediately took her shoulder.
“You are fortunate that I don’t enjoy a large audience, my dear.” He smirked, noting that Bellatrix was watching him. No doubt she was terribly entertained by the idea of him taking one of his students. “Of course, if Mr. Weasley wants to learn a thing or two, he’s welcome to watch.” George couldn’t help but glare a little, but he followed as Snape pushed Hyacinth through the doorway in the stone wall and down a dark passageway until they reached one of the small cells that lined the hall.
“What the hell are you doing?” Hyacinth whispered harshly as the door closed behind them.
“Saving you from the fate your friend suffered… or worse.” He rubbed his eyes wearily. “I would have done the same for Miss Haverty but I wasn’t fast enough to beat Greyback across the room.” He sighed and looked at Hyacinth for a moment. “She’ll need her friends…”
Hyacinth shook her head. “You don’t need to say it. Her friends are not going to be a problem.” George put his arms around her and she closed her eyes, letting out her own heavy sigh.
“At least we got you out of there.” George’s voice was low, and the tension he’d been carrying had seemed to reach its peak.
“That’s not enough. Any one of them could saunter down this hallway and watch the goings on through the bars. And they will want some sign of what has transpired.” Snape held up a hand to stop the expected protests. “I have no intention of doing anything to you, Miss Ironmonger, believe me.” Hyacinth exhaled, relieved that she wouldn’t have to have that conversation with Issobell at some later date. Snape’s voice lowered. “You’ll have to make it look… convincing, Weasley.” Snape moved to the door, checking the hallway and giving the couple a bit of privacy.
George felt Hyacinth shiver in his arms. “Still want to use your breeding to help me?” there was a distinct note of regret in his voice. She spun around in his arms and kissed him.
“Yes.” She took his hand and placed it on her thigh. “Now, please, before anyone else gets too close.” She pushed his hand higher. “Please…” He sighed heavily and his fingers brushed against her. She closed her eyes, trying to imagine herself with him in any other place, any other time. It seemed to be working.
The Snape hissed a warning. “It’s Lucius.” He moved back into the room. “For Merlin’s sake, Weasley, at least tie her up!” Snape snapped as he slipped out the door to stall the master of the house.
George kissed her tenderly one more time. “Ready?” She nodded and moved toward the wall until she was inches from the cold stone. With a flick of his wand he secured her hands above her head, the rope looped through a ring set in the wall. One more flick and her clothes, with the exception of the choker, fishnet stockings and the garter belt that held them disappeared.
They could both hear the conversation out in the hall, and it was obvious that they were running out of time. “Well of course, Severus. She isn’t really your type after all.” Lucius’ voice came closer to the door. “You’ve always had that inexplicable attraction to redheads. Perhaps Mr. Wood would be willing to share his little prize.” A dry laugh floated through the door and George closed his eyes for a moment, trying to brace himself for what he knew he had to do.
Hyacinth heard him mutter something and she took a deep breath, preparing herself as a jet of hot air hit her back, causing her to cry out, though it only burned for a moment. The only real damage had been to turn her skin red making it look as it she’d been hanging there taking a beating for at least a few minutes.
“Now that sounds promising.” Lucius pushed the door open, and stepped into the room. He examined Hyacinth’s back for a moment. “I’m surprised, Weasley.” He chuckled. “Somehow, I thought it would be her holding the wand.”
George shrugged. “We all make mistakes, Malfoy.” He flicked his wand again, sending a line of flame out to snap at Hyacinth’s back like a whip. She screamed as it hit between her shoulders, her back arching, pressing her stomach against the cold stones.
Lucius raised an impressed eyebrow. “Indeed. I see your reputation for creativity is well earned. Flagrante is it?” Lucius thought for a moment as George nodded. “I must remember that.” As another fiery line hit Hyacinth, he waited for her scream to fade before speaking again. “I must admit though,” his eyes slowly traveled over her back. “I am a little disappointed.”
George looked at him with a bit of impatience. He wondered how long he’d have to do this, and how much Hyacinth would be able to take. Each time she screamed, he had to fight every instinct in him not to run to her and comfort her. He took a deep breath and let another lick of fire go. “I’m a little busy, Malfoy. What are you so disappointed about?”
“I was hoping for an encore of the performance your friends treated us to earlier.” Hyacinth couldn’t hold in the shiver that ran up her spine. Lucius seemed to notice. “Perhaps you should warm her up.” He laughed again as he pulled a table from the corner and placed it in the centre of the cell.
George looked at the table for a moment, trying to keep himself from spitting in Malfoy’s face. Finally he kicked the table away. “Thanks, but no thanks.” He walked toward Hyacinth, spinning her around to face him, the rope twisting around the ring in the wall. She had tears running down her cheeks, and she nearly sobbed as her back touched the wall. She screamed when he grabbed her legs and thrust into her, pounding her tender flesh against the stones. His determination faltered for a moment. “Cin…” he nuzzled her neck.
Hyacinth thanked whatever deity was listening that George had warmed her up a little before all this. She made a show of running her tongue along his ear before leaning in to whisper to him. “Show no fear, right?” her voice shook and she couldn’t tell if it was him or herself that she was trying to convince. He claimed her lips in a fiery kiss as he resumed his aggressive pace. His grip on her thighs tightened, and she was sure there would be marks there the next day. Her eyes flickered open and fell on Lucius who had settled himself on the table.
A smug smile was on his face. Seeing nearly anyone at the mercy of another was, of course, a favorite turn on for Lucius. His grin widened slightly. Narcissa was in for quite the night once their guests left, he knew that for sure. Besides, he thought to himself, he still had to ‘punish’ her for getting Azalea and her quidditch player out so early in the evening. He chuckled to himself. That little scene had brought back a memory or two. He focused his attention back on the couple in front of him. This was bringing back memories too, after all.
Hyacinth groaned. Her body ached, especially her arms, and she silently hoped that George would finish soon. As if he’d read her mind, she felt his length twitch inside her, and his pace increase. She whimpered slightly as her stinging back hit the wall with even more force until finally he groaned loudly and came deep inside her. As he pulled away, she heard Lucius clap slowly in the corner.
He laughed quietly as George leaned against the wall, regaining his strength. Lucius walked leisurely across the small room and stood in front of Hyacinth for a moment. She was breathing heavily, and her head hung lazily to one side. The tears that had slipped out during the whipping still clung to her cheeks. Lucius took her chin and lifted her face, making her look him in the eyes. “There really is nothing like young love.” He chuckled again and left the room.
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Date: 2008-01-17 02:15 pm (UTC)Poor Hyacinth, and poor George. And poor Azalea & Oliver too. Great work though, luv. *hugs*
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Date: 2008-01-17 07:24 pm (UTC)Thanks for the hugs... I think I need them. *shiver*
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Date: 2008-01-17 04:16 pm (UTC)damn it, i just might have to create an alter ego for writing. some of the shit in my head..... um... yeah
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Date: 2008-01-17 07:27 pm (UTC)btw, I'm thinking of having a dark bunny roast... what kind of sauce goes with evil?
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Date: 2008-01-17 07:37 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-01-17 08:16 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-01-17 10:59 pm (UTC)So, pardon me, but would you have any. . .
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Date: 2008-01-17 11:27 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-01-18 03:58 am (UTC)bad, bad thoughts.
bad, bad brain.
Vic! go away. i told you. later.... sheesh some..... um.... did i say that outloud?
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Date: 2008-01-18 04:38 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2008-01-18 06:46 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-01-17 10:50 pm (UTC)I am speechless. I think you've done a great job with this situation, and for there to actually be some tender moments between the Sues and their Gryffindors would not have been easy to do, especially amidst all the death eater-ness.
Of course, I trusted you. But, poor Hyacinth and poor George. . . and huggles to Snape and his quick intervention. Thank goodness that that conversation between Hyacinth and Issobell does not have to take place. or maybe I mean "Damn!" :D
Good job, yes, I want more. Because. . . I really like this story alot.
~Mad
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Date: 2008-01-17 10:57 pm (UTC)To be quite honest, none of the stuff in the last three chapters was easy at all... and I've been a right bitch since this took over my brain. So to hear that you (and Nan, and everyone else ;)) thought it was well done means so much to me.
That being said... I'm going back to fluffy angst after this!
Come over to the dark side...
Date: 2008-01-18 01:28 am (UTC)The chapter I'm procrastinating over tweaking stretched mine, certainly.
Without the darkness, light would have no meaning...
Show no fear.
Re: Come over to the dark side...
Date: 2008-01-18 02:14 am (UTC)Re: Come over to the dark side...
Date: 2008-01-18 02:49 am (UTC):o
Re: Come over to the dark side...
Date: 2008-01-18 04:23 am (UTC)