marysuevirus | Chapter 10 - Save the Best... (Reply)

Okay, this was the hardest chapter for me to write... I had an aversion to a certain Wizarding family (one I wish I could have held onto at least until I finished the seventh book *rolleyes*), but it's gone now.

Title: The Mary Sue Virus
Chapter Title: Save the Best...
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.

Hyacinth shook her head as she and Rowena exited the pub. “I can’t believe it.” She said quietly, giving her head one last shake. “At this rate, I’ll never get out of here!”

“I seriously doubt that!” Rowena put an arm around her friend’s shoulder.

Hyacinth frowned slightly. They had been there a week already and her Sue hadn’t shown the slightest bit of a start yet. She didn’t want to admit that she was getting a bit worried. Suddenly she felt as if she were being watched. She tried to shake the feeling off and the two girls began the trek back to Hogwarts, but the feeling seemed to follow her. As they reached the gate, the feeling was driving her slightly crazy. She handed Rowena the few packages she had and told her that she’d meet her and the other girls in a bit. Rowena tried to protest, but she went unheard, as Hyacinth moved back along the path. “Whoever you are,” she started, wand drawn, “this will be a lot easier on all of us if you just show yourself.” She did her best to keep her voice from shaking. A warm laugh came from behind a nearby tree.

“Y’know, for a moment there, you almost sounded like a Gryffindor.” A very redheaded, but handsome young man stepped out into the path.

Finally, Hyacinth experienced the snap. “George?” Her eyes grew wide. “Why didn’t you tell me you were coming?” She ran up and threw her arms around him.

“Didn’t know myself til this morning.” He pushed her dark curls off her forehead. “Someone had to come down and see how the renovations were going on the new shop. Thought it was a good excuse to surprise you.” He brought his lips down to meet hers. The kiss was so tender; it caught her slightly off guard. He deepened it slowly, pulling her back toward the small grove of trees he’d been hiding in. “I’ve missed you.” He whispered lovingly.

She smiled. “How much?” She giggled again as a slight flush moved across his face to the roots of his hair.

“I was tempted to snag myself a daydream charm.” He kissed her again, grinning slightly through the blush. “But now I have the real thing, right here in front of me.” He pulled her closer and nibbled playfully on her neck, slowly lowering her to the ground. Suddenly, she stopped him. “What?”

“The mud!” She giggled again.

“Scared to get a little dirty?” he laughed again, and pulled out his wand, waving it quickly and muttering something and a dry, grassy, comfortable looking patch of ground appeared amongst the mud puddles. He slipped his wand back into his pocket and waved his hand over the newly dry ground. “Will this do, milady?”

She nodded and put her arms lovingly around his waist. “It’s perfect.” He smiled widely and pulled her down to the ground. Their lips locked together as his hands moved slowly along her sides, untucking her blouse. She gasped as his hands reached her bare skin. Despite the warm weather, his hands still carried a chill. She gasped again when he reached down and slipped a hand up her skirt, resting comfortably on her upper thigh. He leisurely worked her blouse up over her head, exposing her breasts. He gazed admiringly at her for a moment before bringing his lips down to one of her already hard nipples. His tongue flicked gently at her sensitive flesh, as his fingers crept tentatively up her thigh. She arched her back when his fingers brushed against her sex. “George…”

“Patience, love.” His lips moved steadily down her stomach. “It’s been far too long to rush this.” As he kissed at her stomach, his fingers grabbed hold of her panties, pulling them ever so slowly down. She gasped as a chilly breeze blew up her skirt, and cried out as his lips brushed against her inner thigh. She wrapped her fingers in his hair, trying to drive him forward, but he would not be rushed. After what felt to Hyacinth like an eternity, his lips reached her waiting sex. His tongue teased her, lightly brushing against her. She raised her hips, begging him to deepen the contact, and he didn’t disappoint her. His tongue delved deeper, causing her to call out his name as she came closer and closer to the edge. He held her hips as her body bucked. She cried out his name once more as she climaxed. As she came down, he kissed softly up her body, pausing at her breasts and letting his tongue tease her nipples, sending after shocks through her. She purred quietly as he kissed her lips again. She reached down, fumbling slightly with his belt as they kissed. She slowly slipped it from its loops and began pulling on the fly of his trousers. He paused, pulling back to help free himself from his clothes. Finally, with that done, she grab hold of him, bringing their lips back together passionately.

She pulled him down, over top of her, and smiled. “Make love to me.” He smiled back, positioning himself at her entrance, and slowly slipping into her. Both let out a satisfied groan as they connected. She gripped his shoulders tightly as he began a slow, leisurely rhythm. He seemed determined to give her as much, if not more pleasure than he got from her. Even as her body tightened around him again and again, he didn’t change his pace. As his own climax approached, he couldn’t help but speed up a bit, and as his thrusts became more and more erratic, she moved her lips to his ear, sucking gently on his earlobe. “Come inside me.” She whispered breathlessly. That seemed to be all he needed to hear from her, as his body tensed and he let out a deep moan as he reached his release. They laid there in each others arms for quite a while, recovering their breath, and softly whispering sweet nothings to each other until Hyacinth noticed the sun dipping low in the sky. “I should head back for dinner I suppose.” She said reluctantly. George nodded slowly, and they began to gather their discarded clothes. Once they had dressed, they headed back out to the path leading to Hogwarts.

George kissed her lips softly. “I need to catch the last train into town. I’ll send you an owl soon.” He kissed her again, and disappeared down the darkening path. She turned slowly and headed onto school grounds through the gates. A slow smile crossed her face. She’d have to wait for just the right moment to tell the girls where she’d been. Maybe when Azalea was taking a sip of her pumpkin juice…