Chapter 19 - Truce

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*sigh* Think of this as karmic retribution for what Azalea did to Neville. ;)

Title: The Mary Sue Virus
Chapter Title: Truce
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.

 

Azalea walked slowly down the dark hallways. This wasn’t going to go well, that much she knew. Finally she caught sight of him, leaning against the cold stone wall next to a hanging tapestry, his head back and his eyes closed. She took a few steps closer. “Oliver?”

 

His eyes opened slowly and he turned his head to look at her. He seemed to be considering what Dumbledore had said for a moment before he sighed heavily. “Not now, Lea.”

 

“What?” Her brow wrinkled. “I didn’t…”

 

“No, but you will.” He ran his hands slowly through his hair. Azalea stood there for another moment, not sure what to say before she spun around to leave. “Wait.” She stopped but didn’t turn back around. She heard his footsteps come up behind her and his arms slipped around her waist. “I’m sorry. It’s just…”

 

“Just what?” She turned to face him.

 

He studied her face for a moment. “It’s nothing.”

 

She looked at the floor then pushed her way out of his arms. “Why don’t you trust me?” her voice rose slightly.

 

He rolled his eyes and turned away from her. “Do we have to do this again?”

 

“I don’t want to.” She said as firmly as she could manage. She could feel both her temper rising and tears starting to form. “I hate fighting with you.”

 

“Well, you’ll get a break from it for a while.” Azalea felt her breath catch in her throat. “I’m leaving at the end of the week.” He looked at her over his shoulder, looking for a reaction.

 

“The end of the week? But…but I thought…” She tried to organize her thoughts. “Next week is Easter break and I thought…” She choked a little and he reached out for her, the trust issue seemingly dropped for the time being.

 

“Madame Hooch is back, and Puddlemere needs me.” She knew he was lying. Something in his voice told her that whatever he was going to do was far more dangerous than quidditch. When she looked up into his eyes, her fears seemed to be confirmed. “I… I don’t know how often I’ll be able to write.”

 

“You’re a horrible liar.” He didn’t argue this time. “Why can’t you tell me the truth?” Her voice got so low it was barely more than a whisper. “Is it because I’m…”

 

He cut her off. “It has nothing to do with you being in Slytherin.” She nodded. “I trust you, and right now I need you to trust me when I tell you that you don’t want any part of this.” She opened her mouth to protest. “Trust me, Lea.”

 

A frown crossed her face. “I do trust you. But…”

 

He turned away again, exasperated. “Why does there always have to be a ‘But’?”

 

Azalea grabbed his arm and pulled him back. “But,” she let her hand float to his cheek, “I’m scared… and I don’t know why.”

 

He took her hand in his. “Lea, as long as you stay out of this, you have nothing to be afraid of.”

 

“Except losing you.” Again, he didn’t argue, and that was enough answer for her. Oliver pulled her closer, enveloping her in his arms, and kissing the top of her head. She leaned into him, resting her head on his shoulder. “Don’t go.”

 

“I have to.” She didn’t bother trying to convince him otherwise. He grabbed hold of her chin and tipped her face toward his, kissing her tenderly. “I love you.” He whispered in her ear as his kisses moved to her neck. “Whatever happens, I want you to know that.”

 

She pulled back and their eyes locked. “I know.” She ran her hand slowly through his hair. “I love you too.” Their lips met again and the kiss slowly deepened. There was no battle this time, no fight for supremacy. His lips moved steadily down her neck and both their hands worked slowly to remove the other’s clothes. She gasped as he sucked gently on her collarbone. Gradually, the pile of clothes on the floor grew, and the two of them soon joined them. Azalea laid down on top of her robes as Oliver’s lips continued down her body, adoringly caressing every inch of her skin. She grasped his shoulders as his fingers dancing along her inner thigh and he slowly kissed his way back up to her lips. Their eyes locked as he slid in to her. They both let out a contented sigh as they connected. Each slow thrust drove her closer to the edge. She trembled under him as she reached her climax, and silently she drove him on, pulling him closer and deeper into her. They seemed to be reading each other’s minds, knowing exactly where to touch and when and how, and never taking their eyes off each other. Finally, she felt his length twitch inside her. She reached up, taking hold of his face and pulling him into a passionate kiss, swallowing the moan that escaped him as he reached his climax.

 

They didn’t move for what seemed like forever, but finally, they began to gather the clothes that had been discarded. Azalea felt Oliver’s eyes on her as she pulled her robes on. When she turned around, he pulled her into another tender kiss. Eventually, the realization that they were in a hallway and Flich or Mrs. Norris could conceivably be by at any moment seemed to sink in and they began to move in the direction of the Slytherin dorms. When they reached the door, he brushed a strand of hair from her face. “I’ll try to get some time with you before I go.”

 

Azalea nodded and tried, unsuccessfully, to smile. She stood on her tip toes and kissed him softly on the cheek. “Whatever you’re really doing…” she took a deep breath to steady her voice, “good luck.”

 

This time he was the one trying to smile. He returned her kiss on the cheek. “I love you.” He turned and headed back up the stairs as she disappeared through the door. Azalea slowly made her way to the dorm room. It was empty, except for Pansy, who, from the sounds of thing was in a deep sleep. Azalea raised her wand to cast the silencing spell around Pansy’s bed, but suddenly stopped. She turned to her own bed and cast the spell. She didn’t want Pansy hearing her cry.