Chapter 44 - Voices

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Okay, so I was working on two chapters at once and they were both really close to being done... so they both get posted. Gods am I glad this bit is over... now I can get back to the actual story! lol

Title: The Mary Sue Virus
Chapter Title: Voices
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.

 

She was finally asleep. He had held her until he was sure. When they had reached the study in Malfoy Manor, she’d flat out refused to take the potion. She said she didn’t trust Narcissa, and he couldn’t blame her. But when they got home and he was carrying her up to bed, she whimpered with nearly every step. He’d begged her to reconsider. It wasn’t until he set her down on the bed that she finally relented. It had taken some time for the potion to take affect. The first time he thought she was asleep, he’d gotten up from the bed to go splash some water on his face, but she caught his hand before he’d gotten two steps away. “Don’t go. Please.” She’d sounded so weak, worried that he wouldn’t come back, maybe. He wasn’t sure, but he curled up with her again, cursing himself. And that was what he was still doing as he sat on the end of the bed. He looked back at her. She’d rolled over, taking the covers with her. On the sheets in the bright moonlight he spotted a few tiny specks of something where she’d been. Its blood you fucking idiot. You made her bleed. He groaned and took his head in his hands as he continued to berate him. You were supposed to keep her safe. You were supposed to keep anything like this from happening to her. You were supposed to protect her.

 

“Oliver?” Her sleepy voice cut through his brooding thoughts. He felt her arms wrap around him and her lips brush affectionately against his cheek. “It wasn’t your fault.” She said quietly.

 

He couldn’t bring himself to look at her, but he brought her hand to his lips, kissing it softly. “You should be sleeping.”

 

She rested her head on his shoulder. “So should you. Come back to bed.”

 

He slipped out of her arms. “I think I should sleep in the other room.”

 

Her brow furrowed when he couldn’t meet her eyes. “Why?” She grabbed his wrist and pulled him back. “Oliver, please…”

 

He sat back down reluctantly. “Lea,” He forced himself to look into her eyes, part of him was terrified he’d find the fear he’d seen there earlier, but all that was there was concern. The voice in his head that had been tormenting him almost laughed. “I don’t deserve to be here with you.” He saw a change in her eyes, like someone struck a match behind them, but he couldn’t tell what had lit that fire.

 

She ran a finger along his jaw, forcing him to look at her before softly pressing her lips to his. “I don’t care what you think you deserve.” She said quietly. “I need you here.” She obviously sensed that he wasn’t buying it. “Oliver,” her lips were just a breath away from his, “I need you. I need you to remind me. I’m so scared that I’ll just shut down and try to push you away…” she couldn’t seem to finish her sentence. She took a deep breath. “I need to know you still love me.” Her voice was barely a whisper and a single tear seemed to have escaped her control.

 

He reached over, wiped the offending drop away and pulled her into his arms. “Lea,” He kissed her tenderly. “There is nothing in this world that could make me stop loving you.” He kissed her again, surprised when she deepened the kiss. He pulled back and they’re eyes locked. “I don’t want to… hurt you.” He gasped as her fingers brushed against him before she kissed him again.

 

He could see her cheeks flush, even in the dim light. “I know… I just…” her eyes locked on their hands. “I need to feel something other than…” Again, she couldn’t finish, but he knew what she meant.

 

Before he could talk himself out of it, he kissed her again, slowly lowering her onto the bed, his hands gently brushing against her skin as he pulled her nightgown off over her head. His lips traveled to her neck, pressing softly against her skin. If she needed to feel again, she wasn’t alone. As his lips continued to sweep across her skin, the berating voice seemed to fade, replaced with her soft gasps and sighs. The voice made one last effort. You don’t deserve this.

 

 He paused for a moment. No, I don’t, but she does. That seemed to stop the voice. He resumed his tender ministrations on the woman beneath him. His fingers brushed against her breasts, slowly seeking her nipples as she moaned her approval. He loved listening to her moan, and he felt himself react in the predictable way. he did his best to ignore his own need. This was going to be all about her, all about the things that made her sigh and gasp and moan. He was determined to show her every bit of tenderness he hadn’t been able to earlier. His mouth soon joined his fingers at her breasts and his tongue slid lightly over one of her nipples. She moaned his name softly, urging him on. He kissed down her torso until he reached her waist. He paused, running his fingers lightly over the spots that were already starting to bruise. He looked up at her again. “Lea…”

 

Her hand slipped through his hair. “It doesn’t hurt.” She said softly. “The potion’s working.” He could hear the little voice coming back, but she beat it to the punch. “Oliver, please, I need this.” Their eyes locked. “I need you.”

 

He looked at her for a long time, wondering what he’d done to deserve her, why she loved him after what he’d done. “I love you, Azalea.”

 

She smiled. “I know. I love you too.” His lips continued their journey down her body. She gasped as he placed a soothing kiss on her sex. His eyes locked on her, gauging her reactions, watching for any sign of pain on her face as his tongue delved between her folds. Her back arched and she moaned his name again as the tip of his tongue found her clit and began to circle it carefully. He was acutely aware of how tender her flesh must be potion or no potion so every touch was as gentle as he could manage. Her hips bucked slightly, begging him to deepen the contact. He did gradually, listening carefully to every moan and gasp, his eyes never leaving her face. Finally, he felt her shiver. “Oliver…” she moaned as her voice gave out and her body tensed.

 

As she relaxed, he kissed his way back up her body. His lips met hers as she curled up in his arms. After a few moments, her hand started to slide down his torso. He grabbed it, stopping its descent. She looked up at him, confused. He kissed her again, holding her hand to his heart. “Go to sleep, Lea.” Reluctantly she closed her eyes, resting her head on his shoulder. “I’m not going anywhere.”