Chapter 43 - Healing Hands

[dazzledfirestar.livejournal.com]

Hey! This is so unrealistic... but hey, their Sues! The bounce-back capabilities of a Mary Sue are staggering. It's been documented... okay, well... maybe not, but you get my point.

Title: The Mary Sue Virus
Chapter Title: Healing Hands
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.

As soon as George was sure that Lucius had moved on, he released Hyacinth’s hands and took her in his arms. She flinched as his fingers brushed against her back. “I’m okay.” She said softly. “I just feel a bit like someone hit me with a Jelly-legs jinx.”

 

“I’m getting you out of here.” He turned just in time to see the Malfoys’ house elf enter the cell carrying a dark bundle.

 

“Mistress said to bring these to you.” Wezen held out the bundle to Hyacinth. Still leaning on George, she reached out took what turned out to be robes and slipped them on. The elf held out a small container to George. “And this. Floo powder. Mistress said to show you the back way out.” Wezen moved toward the door and waited there.

 

Hyacinth tried to take a step, but her legs wouldn’t have it. George caught her up in his arms and carried her along the dark hallway, following the house elf to a large hearth. He threw the floo powder in and the flames erupted in a flash of bright green. “Hang on.” Hyacinth tightened her grip on him as he stepped into the fire. A moment later, they appeared in the small living room above Weasleys’ Wizard Weezes. He set her carefully down on the nearest couch and kissed her forehead. “I’ll be right back.” He disappeared through the nearest doorway. She slowly and carefully slid the robes down to keep the fabric from her skin. He was only gone a moment before he returned with a small cloth in a bowl full of a yellowy colored liquid. He sat down next to her. “Here,” He motioned for her to turn her back to him and he softly dabbed the cloth on the marks between her shoulders. Almost instantly, the burning feeling subsided. “Better?”

 

She nodded. “Thank you.” He set the bowl down on the table beside them, and she turned to face him. She leaned into him, needing to feel his arms around her.

 

He held her tentatively for a moment, seemingly unsure whether or not she wanted him to. “Cin… I…” She leaned in and kissed him softly.

 

“You did what you had to to keep us safe. Don’t you dare apologize for that.” She put her hand on his cheek and kissed him again. “The worst is over, anyway.” She turned her head and tried to inspect her back, unsuccessfully. She flinched again as her fingers found one of the welts.

 

He picked the cloth up and ran it along her shoulders again. “What do you mean?”

 

She turned around to make it easier for him to find the right spots. “Well, did you see anyone try anything with Narcissa?” He shook his head. “That’s because she belongs to Lucius. So next time…”

 

He cut her off. “No, there isn’t going to be a next time.” Hyacinth opened her mouth to argue but he didn’t give her the chance. “I can’t do it, Cin. I can’t put you in that kind of situation again.” He put the cloth down again, and turned her around to face him. “Besides that, you’ll be at school. Your parents already hate me, imagine what they’d do if I turned you into a shiftless dropout.” He watched as a smile crossed her face, and the sparkle that usually resided in her eyes slowly returned.

 

“Well,” she said slyly. “You are a Weasley. No doubt, you’d keep me barefoot and pregnant on top of that.” Their easy back and forth was back. He smiled down at her before pressing his lips softly to hers and wrapping his arms around her, careful to avoid the welts. She pulled back, breaking the kiss, and for a moment he worried he pushed to fast. Then she smiled and lifted the robes over her head, careful of her back. She shivered slightly. He knew it wasn’t from the sudden chill. All this had affected her more than she wanted him to see. Her strength, it seemed though, was starting to fail. “George…”

 

He pulled her close again, grabbing the blanket that hung over the back of the couch and spreading it over them. “Shh.” He stroked her head softly. “Its okay, Cin.” He kissed the top of her head tenderly. She looked up at him for a moment before putting her hand on his cheek and pulling his lips down to hers. He was surprised when she deepened the kiss, and even more surprised as she moved over him, her legs straddling him. Her hands slipped between them, searching for the fly of his pants as she kissed him again. He gently took hold of her wrists, cursing himself silently when he noticed the faint red marks that had appeared there. “Wait, are you sure? I mean…”

 

“Yes, I’m sure.” She sat back on his legs and locked her eyes on his. “That wasn’t you, George. We both know that.” The strength in her voice was almost completely back. She leaned forward, kissing him again passionately. “I want you, the man I love.” She smiled reaching again for his fly.

 

“But…” he struggled with his conscience for a moment. She seemed to sense this.

 

“The only parts of me that hurt were my back and my arms, and you’ve taken care of that.” She brushed her lips across his though he remained unconvinced. “George, please…” her strength was waning again. “I need you.” Her meaning was clear. His eyes searched hers. She wanted to erase the memory of the dungeons as quickly as possible, and this was the most satisfying way to do that that she could come up with. Her lips met his again and he slowly deepened the kiss.

 

He didn’t fight her this time as she reached for his fly. He slipped his shirt over his head and as she slid his pants down, he wiggled a bit to quicken the process. He sat up, bringing his lips to her neck as she resumed her original position, straddling him. She moaned as his tongue reached her collarbone and his hands skimmed over her breasts feeling her nipples harden under his touch. She pressed closer to him as she lowered herself ever so slowly onto his waiting erection. She bit her lip as he filled her, and he couldn’t help but moan as her hips began to rock against him. Her pace was slow and gentle, every move edging both of them closer to completion. Every wonderful, erotic memory of the two of them flew between them as if they were one mind. Hyacinth let her head fall back, moaning his name as he felt her tense around him, pulling him over the edge with her.

 

She cuddled into his arms, and sighed, obviously quite content. He had almost drifted off when she spoke. “George?”

 

“Mmm?”

 

“I love you.”

 

He opened his eyes and stared down at her for a minute before he smiled. “I love you too."

Comments

[manic-olive.livejournal.com]

Wow, Daz, another sweet, lovely chapter.

You aren't supposed to make us cry! I am reminded why men like this are only found in fiction. :D

I'm hurrying on to the next!

~Mad

[dazzledfirestar.livejournal.com]

Oh, I didn't mean to make you cry! *hugs* I was going for "Aww... how sweet!" ;)

[ladydeathfaerie]

very sweet, Daz. lovely.

[dazzledfirestar.livejournal.com]

Thank you. :D

[nanaeanaven]

Yes, yes. Everything they said and more. Very sweet chapter.

[dazzledfirestar.livejournal.com]

Glad you liked it, Nan! :)

[ginevrasm.livejournal.com]

Yes. You hit the "Aww...How sweet!" button.

Lovely chapter, heading on to the next.

[dazzledfirestar.livejournal.com]

Oh good... I was starting to wonder if I missed! ;)