Chapter Three - Words, Words, Words

[dazzledfirestar.livejournal.com]

So, I'm feeling particularly productive tonight... figured I'd get another one up. Enjoy! :D

Title: The Mary Sue Virus
Chapter Title: Words, Words, Words
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 slumped down onto the bench at the Slytherin table. “We have to get out of here.” She rubbed her temples trying to stave off the headache she knew was coming.

 

“I know.” Hyacinth rubbed her back gently. “The thing is, even if we can find a way out, I doubt we’ll find it before dinner.” Azalea groaned again and slammed her head down on the heavy wooden table. “Now, we’ve all got a free period this afternoon. I think we should head to the library and…” Hyacinth stopped as Issobell suppressed a giggle. “What?”

 

“Nothing.” Issobell squeaked and then let out a laugh. “It’s just… well; do you know who you sound like?” She laughed again and pointed over to the bushy head of hair sitting at the Gryffindor table. “I’m just happy to know I didn’t end up as the Hermione-Sue.”

 

A larger group of Slytherins had entered the Great Hall and were heading toward the table, so the girls abandoned all talk of getting out for the time being. Rowena made her way across to the Ravenclaw table and they all began to munch on their lunch, well, everyone but Azalea. She kept her head down and the occasional groan let the others know she was still alive. Suddenly a voice at the table rose above the din in the hall. “Entertaining Potions class today, wasn’t it, Haverty?” Draco Malfoy’s voice floated toward the girls. “I don’t know about the rest of you, but I was getting bored with watching Snape torture the Gryffindors. Thanks for mixing it up for us.” He laughed heartily with Crabbe and Goyle. Another groan let the girls know that Azalea wasn’t up for a game of witty banter with Malfoy at the moment. Luckily, she didn’t have to. Issobell seemed more than happy to jump into the fray for her.

 

“Draco, isn’t it time you get your roots done? I mean, really, if you’re going to bleach you have to commit to the upkeep!” She stood on her toes, inspecting the top of the angry pureblood’s head. “Or maybe the Malfoy millions aren’t there anymore and you have to get your mommy to do it for you now.” Draco sputtered, his usually pale face turning several shades of red. “What’s the matter, Draco? Oh, that’s right! Mommy and Daddy are in Azkaban aren’t they?” Issobell looked over at Azalea, who had lifted her head to get a better look at what was happening and gave her an over-blown look of scandal. “How horrible!” Before she could get anymore out, Draco stormed out of the hall, followed closely by his cronies. “Oh, come now, Draco! That’s not very Slytherin of you!” Issobell laughed after him. She sat back down to several high fives and congratulations.

 

“Wow.” Hyacinth grinned at her. “Now we know who got the Bitchy-Sue gene.” The girls laughed amongst themselves, with Rowena leaning in from her table from time to time until most of the other students had finished their meal and were slowly filtering out to their next class. When their end of the table was sufficiently abandoned, they got back to the topic of getting home. “I still think the library is a good place to start.” They all agreed and soon found themselves buried under several incredibly heavy volumes.

 

“This is hopeless!” Rowena slammed another huge book shut. “I’ve looked up everything I can think of! Alternate realities, shifting consciousness from one body to another, everything!” But she grabbed onto another book and started flipping again. Obviously, that little bit of venting had focused her energy enough for another long look. They continued to dig and Azalea felt her eyelids grow heavy. She had almost drifted off when…

 

BONG…BONG…BONG…BONG…

 

The giant clock continued to announce the hour as she jumped to her feet. “Shit!” She gathered her books, “shitshitshit!” Without another word the others watched as she flew down the hallway toward the dungeons. They gave each other knowing, but dismayed looks. This wasn’t going to go well.

 

Azalea made it to the Potions classroom just as the last chime sounded the hour. She was horribly out of breath as she knocked on the door. “Professor?”

Comments

[nanaeanaven]

Draco can be such a prat, can't he? Issobell sure put him in his place though - poor Draco.

[leonhart29.livejournal.com]

*giggle* I love it when someone puts Draco in his place. *claps*