marysuevirus | Chapter 23

Bring on the lemons!!

Title: The Mary Sue Virus
Chapter Title: Friday Night
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 next few days were full of planning and plotting, but, faced with the idea of being in Hogwarts for another month, they finally decided to buckle down and study. After a long Herbology class, Hyacinth and Issobell were heading back toward the common room to do just that. Rowena had gone to the library to brush up on some potions work, and Azalea had had a spare period at the end of the day, and, they assumed she’d been in the common room studying. When the heard her voice through the door, they figured they may have been wrong.

“What do you mean no?” Azalea was pacing back and forth in front of the fireplace, and her brother’s face floated in the flames. “Alec…”

He cut her off. “I mean, no! Azalea, I’m not going to give you tickets to the final and that’s that. I’ve talked to Dad too, so don’t think you can ask him for his box seats either.” He sighed heavily. “I don’t want you there.”

“You don’t want me there?” She glared down at her brother. “Or…”

“Don’t. I don’t want you there, and that’s that. When did you start acting like a Gryffindor?” He raised an eyebrow.

“When did you start acting like a jackass?” She folded her arms across her chest. The brother and sister glared at each other as only siblings can until finally, Azalea exhaled. “Fine. I won’t go.” She pouted slightly.

“It’s for your own good, sis. Gotta run, though. Talk to you soon!” And with that, the face in the fire disappeared.

Azalea slumped back into one of the overstuffed arm chairs before noticing her friends. “I can’t get tickets.” She said disdainfully.

Hyacinth sat in the chair opposite Azalea. “Do you think Oliver…”

Azalea shook her head. “No, it’s all my brother, which means he’s probably in on all this.” She sighed. “One way or another.” She snuggled herself deeper into the chair and crossed her arms again.

“I sent my family an owl the day we talked about all this.” Issobell sat in the last comfy chair near the fire. “I haven’t heard back yet.”

“Me either.” Hyacinth glanced at the clock hanging opposite the fireplace. “I should really get packing…” She said quietly, almost to herself. When she looked back at her friends they both looked slightly confused. Her cheeks flushed. “It’s Easter break. I’m going to meet the Weasleys.” She quickly got up and rushed to the dorm room to pack up the rest of her things.

Issobell and Azalea remained in the common room, attempting to study, but really just staring off into space most of the time. Azalea turned as she heard the door open and saw a particularly tiny first year stumble in. He looked as if he may have been thrown through the door and he was incredibly shaky as he walked across the room toward the girls. His voice was just as tiny as he was. “M-m-miss Hav-verty?”

“Don’t call me ‘Miss Haverty’. It makes me feel like my great aunt Alrisha.” The first year began to shake even more. “Oh, I’m not going to hurt you.” Azalea rolled her eyes. “Calm down. Why are you looking for me?” He held out a small piece of parchment. She took it, thanking him with a nod before he ran away as quickly as his shaky little legs would carry him. Azalea quickly opened the note. “Damn it.” Issobell looked up from her Herbology textbook. “Draco changed our quidditch practice. It’s Friday night!” She didn’t voice that she’d hoped to get a bit of time with Oliver before he left in the morning. She threw down the note.

Issobell pulled it a bit closer. “That doesn’t look like Draco’s writing.”

“Doesn’t matter. Whoever wrote it, I’ve got practice.” She sighed and pulled herself out of the chair. “Guess I’d better go get changed.”

Issobell watched as Azalea huffed off to the dorms. She tried to settle back into her chair when the door to the common room opened again, and the same little shaky first year was in front of her. “What?” She put her textbook down again.

“P-p-professor S-n-nape is looking f-for you.” She was sure the poor kid was going to pass out at this rate.

“Thanks kid.” She reached into her bag, pulled out a sugar quill and handed it to him. “If anyone else wants you to deliver their messages for them, tell them to bugger off. You’re Slytherin, act like it.” She smiled a bit as the kid ran toward the boys dorms. As she gathered her books and parchment and quills she saw a very blond head heading for the door. “Where you going, Malfoy?” She asked with a bit of a smirk. He wasn’t wearing his quidditch robes. Something fishy was going on here.

“The library. Not that it’s any of your business, Widdershins.” With that he hurried himself out into the hallways. Her smirk grew a bit. Something told her he wasn’t going to be doing a whole lot of studying.

Chapter 23 - Friday Night

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