marysuevirus | Chapter 8 - Practice Made Perfect (Reply)

Mmm... I love this chappie... lol

Title: The Mary Sue Virus
Chapter Title: Practice Made Perfect
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.

The girls sat in the room, looking at all the photo albums for a long time before going down to dinner. As they were leaving, Azalea turned back into the room and picked up the bracelet, slipping it onto her wrist. She wasn’t entirely sure what she was trying to accomplish by this, but like so many other things in the last few days, she did it without really questioning it. Dinner went by quietly for Azalea at least, and it seemed the other girls were too busy trying to figure out who was who in the photo albums and discussing the spell book in which they found the Transfero Unus ut ceterus spell to pay much attention to her. “Hey, wait a second.” Hyacinth set the spell book on the table. “This isn’t good.”

“What isn’t good?” Azalea leaned in over the book.

“Well, it seems that there is some debate as to…” Hyacinth started.

“The short version please.” Issobell rolled her eyes. “Geeze, I know I was making fun of you for the Hermione-Sue thing, but..”

“That’s just it!” Hyacinth pointed at the book. “The longer we stay here, the more like our characters we will become. That loss of control feeling won’t really show up, we’ll just, be these people.”

“Will we still remember who we really are?” Rowena hopped the gap again.

“Yeah, and when we get out, we’ll be completely ourselves again.” Hyacinth closed the book.

“So really, the longer we stay, the more we learn, and the faster we can get home.” Azalea mused. “I mean, if we’re acting more and more like our characters, then it’ll be easier to… well, score.”

“Says the ex of a keeper.” Issobell raised an eyebrow.

Azalea stuck her tongue out and hopped up from the table. “Speaking of which, I gotta go.” She sighed heavily. “Wish me luck.” A chorus of ‘good lucks’ rose from the group as Azalea left the great hall. She ran down to her dorm room and changed into her quidditch robes. It was a warm night, and she figured that she wasn’t going to get off easy at the practice so all she had on under the robes was a sports bra and shorts. When she had all her equipment on and her broom in hand she rushed out into the common room. Most of the team was already there. The only one missing was Malfoy. “He knows where we’re going. He can catch up.” Azalea said as she moved out into the hallway. The rest of the team, seemingly not in the mood to wait for Malfoy followed and they were soon at the pitch watching as the Gryffindor team finished the last few laps of their practice. They all looked exhausted. Draco barely made it to the pitch as the giant clock struck the hour.

Oliver turned to see who was approaching the pitch. “Seven already?” The Slytherins nodded, and he dismissed the Gryffindors. They slowly worked their way back toward the castle. Oliver turned his attention to the new arrivals. “Right,” He pointed to the pitch. “Laps.” They all groaned and mounted the brooms. It was obvious. It was going to be a long night. After countless laps around the pitch and more dodged bludgers than any one on the team thought possible, Wood finally called them down and dismissed them. He turned back to collect the balls and bats as the Slytherins moved slowly toward the castle.

“The man’s a psycho.” Malfoy rubbed his shoulders dramatically. Azalea hung back from the rest of the team, debating whether or not to turn back. Her body ached and all it seemed to want was to curl up in her nice warm bed. But she stopped and turned back toward the pitch, moving as quickly as her very sore legs would carry her.

Oliver had managed to get the two bludgers back into the case and was now looking up, trying to spot the practice snitch, which, of course, Malfoy had been unable to catch. She stood there for a moment, watching him in the dimming light. Good god, he’s hot. She saw something glimmer near her and reached out, grabbing the practice snitch. He seemed to have spotted it too. “Want some help?”

He smiled. “I always said you’d make a great seeker.” As she handed him the snitch, the bracelet, which she had nearly forgotten about, slipped out of her sleeve. His eyes moved from the charm to her eyes. “You still wear it.”

She nodded. “From time to time.” Her heart pounded so loudly that she was sure he could hear it. She broke from his gaze and stared down at her trainers for a moment. “I’m… I’m sorry. About this morning. It was just such a…”

“Shock?” he lifted her chin so that her eyes met his again. “I know. I should have told you I was coming here.” He gazed at her for another minute, then either because he realized how late it was, or he wanted to keep himself from doing something he might regret, he pulled away and went back to the case of equipment. He picked up one end of the case and started to drag it to the storage shed nearby.

“You’ll ruin the pitch doing that!” Azalea grabbed the other end and helped him get it up onto the shelf in the shed.

“Thanks.” They stood there in the dark for a moment, staring at each other. “I should get you back inside.” He took a few steps toward the door.

Azalea didn’t move. She kept her back to the door and thanked the darkness for letting her get away with pouting slightly. She felt his hand on her shoulder, but she quickly shook it off, and turned to exit. “Fine, let’s go.”

“Oh, no.” He pulled her back, facing him. “Don’t pull that Slytherin ice queen shit with me.”

“Well, then stop pulling that righteous Gryffindor gentleman bullshit with me!” The words came out much stronger than she meant them to. She turned again to leave, but he stopped her.

“You’re right.” He said quietly. He held her closer this time, his hands resting on her hips. “I…” He let out a bit of a laugh. “I was scared.”

“I thought Gryffindors didn’t get scared.” She stepped closer to him, placing her hands on his chest.

“No, we do.” His hands moved to her waist, pulling her even closer. “It’s not about not being afraid…”

“It's about facing your fears?” She finished his sentence for him.

He smiled and nodded. “I think it’s about time I did that.” He tilted her chin up towards him, and softly brushed his lips against hers, sending shivers through her entire body. When he didn’t deepen the kiss, she let out a small whimper. “Hold that thought.” He pulled her back out onto the pitch. The sun had set completely, and there was a bright moon out. She gazed up at the stars as he Accio’d a blanket out of his office. He took her hand and led her to the middle of the pitch, spreading the blanket on the grass. They both kicked off their shoes and sat down. He wrapped her in his arms, his lips gently brushing hers again. “Lea, if you want me to stop…”

She reached up and pressed her fingers to his lips. “Oliver,” she moved her fingers down his jaw, “I never wanted you to stop.” That seemed to be all he needed to hear. He kissed her again passionately, forcing her down to the blanket. She gasped as his lips left hers and traveled hungrily down her neck.

His hands moved steadily down her body, unlacing quidditch equipment when he found it. He looked up at her and smiled as he reached down and started undoing the last bit of padding, her shin pads. The right one came off first, and as he tossed it aside, he kissed playfully at the inside of her knee, getting both a gasp and a giggle as a reward. The left one followed quickly, and that knee received the same treatment, but this time, he didn’t stop. His mouth hungrily sucked and nibbled at the sensitive flesh of her thigh working steadily upwards as his hands moved her robes higher, revealing the shorts she wore underneath. She sat up, pulling the robes the rest of the way off. He looked up at her as his lips grazed her sex through the thin fabric of the shorts. Her hips lifted, begging him to deepen the touch, but he moved higher, kissing her stomach, and tickling her belly button with his tongue. She glared down at him. “Tease.”

He raised an eyebrow. Oliver Wood was not one to back down from a challenge, and if anyone knew that, it was the woman in front of him now. His fingers worked slowly under the waistband of her shorts. “Would this be a bit of that ‘Slytherins get what they want’ stuff?” She smiled innocently and he pulled her into a voracious kiss. Inside, she smiled. She had unleashed the lion. He quickly pulled the shorts off, and her sports bra followed closely. He took a moment to admire her, the moonlight shining off her pale skin. She shivered, not from the cool night air, but from the look in his eyes. There was something there, something animalistic, something predatory. Whatever it was, it was turning her on. His lips trailed down her body, stopping briefly at her breasts, licking and nibbling at her already hard nipples.

Every gasp and moan pressed him on, and he watched her intently as he drove his tongue in between the delicate folds of her sex. He gripped her hips as her back arched and she screamed his name. “Oliver, please…” She moaned again as he slipped two fingers into her. Her whole body shook as his tongue flicked powerfully over her clit. Every muscle clenched as he brought her to her climax.

He slowly kissed back up her body, replacing his tongue with his thumb, letting her ride out the last waves of her orgasm. When he was sure she was satisfied, he pulled back, just long enough to get out of his clothes. Before she had time to really recover, he was back on top of her, his lips on hers, and his tongue tangled with hers. She could taste herself in his kiss, firing her passions all over again. He pulled out of the kiss, and locked his eyes, which still gleamed with that predatory something she’d seen earlier, on hers. “I need you.” His voice came out almost as a growl and he positioned himself between her legs.

She lifted her head, and nibbled on his earlobe. Whatever was left of his self control melted as she purred in his ear, “Then, take me.” He brought her lips to his again, muffling her screams as he drove his length into her. She threw her head back, gasping for air as another orgasm rocked her body. He pulled her up and into his lap without breaking their frenetic rhythm, taking one of her nipples in his mouth. Her nails clawed his back and she bit down on his shoulder, trying to keep herself from screaming as she came again.

“No,” he pulled her lips to his again. “I want to hear you.” He moved his fingers to her clit, causing her to cry out again as he continued to thrust into her. He bucked hard against her as his climax overtook him, and they both collapsed onto the blanket. He wrapped his arms around her, and pulled the blanket around them to keep the night air out. He looked down at her and smiled. “I love you, Lea.” He whispered as he kissed her softly.

She snuggled closer to him. “I know.” She looked up at him. “I love you too.” She rested her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes.

He stroked her hair, and kissed the top of her head. “I really should get you back inside.” She nodded slowly. Reluctantly he reached for his wand, pulling it from the back pocket of his trousers, and cleansed them and the blanket. They grudgingly got redressed and headed toward the castle. Before they climbed the steps to the main entry, he pulled her close and kissed her passionately. “It’s only a few more months.” He said softly, brushing a loose strand of hair from her face. “Then, no more hiding, no more sneaking around.”

“No more quidditch pitch?” Azalea smiled. “I know.” She kissed his cheek, and a thought occurred to her. “How long will you be here?”

“As long as Dumbledore needs me.” He led her up the stairs and through the door. “And I hope it’ll be awhile.” He quickly kissed her hand at the top of the stairs to the Slytherin dorms, and they parted ways.

Azalea shook her head, trying to make sure what had happened had actually happened. She quickly made her way to her dorm room and was greeted by Hyacinth and Issobell. “Where’s Rowena?”

“She went back to her dorm after the rest of the team got back.” Issobell smiled knowingly. “How was practice?”