Mary Sue Comes to Hogwarts

Hi everyone! Here’s that latest installment of Mary Sue’s adventure. Hope you enjoy it!


What Are Friends For

That evening, Mary Sue was gathering her items for her nightly shower and beauty routine when Lavender and Parvati came into the room.

“Mary Sue!” Lavender exclaimed. “Everyone saw Malfoy and Zabini walking you to Gryffindor. What were you doing with them?”

Mary Sue looked at them curiously. “Well… they are my friends.”

“Friends?” Parvati said. “Those two are Slytherins – the enemy. And what’s more, they aren’t the type to be ‘friends’ with a girl. You can be sure that they want more from you.”

Mary Sue smiled, “What would be so bad about that? They are quite yummy, don’t you agree?”

Lavender and Parvati looked at each other and then back at Mary Sue. “I suppose so…” Lavender replied. “But don’t let any of the Gryffindor boys hear you say that. It may cause trouble.”

“Nonsense,” Mary Sue said with a wave of her hand. She grabbed her bag of beauty supplies and left. She went into the girls’ shower room, showered, shaved and put on her red lacey camisole and matching panties before throwing her robe on. She put the finishing touches on her hair and face and left for the boys’ dormitories, looking carefully around to make sure she wasn’t spotted.

OOOOOOOOOO

Hermione walked into her dorm room to find Lavender and Parvati already getting into bed. Mary Sue’s bed was empty, as usual.

“Where’s the beauty queen?” she asked, sarcastically. “Oh, wait, let me guess. She’s doing her nightly three hour routine.”

“Why don’t you like her, Hermione?” Parvati asked.

“Because she’s too… perfect,” Hermione replied. “It just doesn’t seem right. She has to have some flaws, doesn’t she?”

“Is that it?” Lavender said. “Or is it because Ron seems to have a stream of drool running from his mouth whenever she’s about?”

Hermione flinched a bit. “What? Why should I care what Ron thinks?”

“Because…” Parvati smiled, “we know you do care.”

Hermione turned her back to her roommates as she began to undress. “I don’t care in ‘that’ way. I just don’t want him to get hurt. Mary Sue flirts with everyone and I don’t want him to get his hopes up.”

“Uh huh, sure,” Lavender said. “Come on, Hermione, we know you have an interest in Ron. Just admit it.”

“Ron is just a friend,” Hermione stated, “nothing else.”

OOOOOOOOO

The boys enjoyed hearing about the near misses Mary Sue had with the professors as she made her way through the day pretending to be a witch. They chatted happily for awhile until an awkward silence fell over the group.

“What game would you like to play tonight, Mary Sue?” Seamus asked, eagerly. The other boys shifted their bottoms and tried not to look too eager.

Mary Sue smiled prettily and said, “How about we talk tonight?”

“Talk?” Seamus’ face dropped.

“Yes,” she replied. “But it will be like a game. You see, we each have to tell a secret about ourselves that no one else knows. Harry, you go first. Tell us a secret.”

Harry hesitated a moment, wondering why he had to go first. He hadn’t had time to think of anything yet. “I don’t have one,” he said.

“Oh, come, Harry, you must have one,” Mary Sue replied. “All right then, I’ll ask a question and you have to answer it truthfully.”

Harry nodded, hoping she wouldn’t ask anything too personal.

“Who in this school do you desire the most?” Mary Sue asked. The boys all looked at her knowingly and smiled. “Before I came here, that is.”

“I… well…,” Harry glanced at Ron and then back at Mary Sue. “You see… I used to like this girl named Cho. She’s in Ravenclaw. But lately I’ve thought, well… Ginny is pretty nice.”

Ron’s head turned quickly towards Harry. “What!? My sister? You’ve got to be kidding?”

Harry shook his head. “No, I’m not kidding. I think she’s really nice, Ron.”

“Nice?” Dean asked. “Just nice?”

Harry shrugged and blushed, “Well, pretty too. What about you, Ron, who do you like?” Harry looked at Ron knowingly, hoping that he’d finally admit that he had a thing for Hermione.

“No one,” Ron shrugged, embarrassed.

“Oh, but Ron, your face tells us differently,” Mary Sue said. “Who is she?”

Harry made a cough into his hand that sounded like, “Hermione.”

Everyone smiled at Ron while the redhead blushed. “What! Hermione’s just a friend!”

“Well that’s too bad,” Mary Sue replied. “Because I’m sure that she feels something more for you.”

Ron looked at her with big eyes. “You do? I mean, she does? How do you know? Did she say something to you?”

“Ron, it’s pretty obvious. She seethes with jealousy every time I’m around you,” Mary Sue answered.

“She does?” Ron looked at the floor in wonder, hardly believing that Mary Sue’s words could be true.

“It’s true, Ron, we all noticed it,” Neville added.

Mary Sue smiled at Neville. “How about you, Neville? Who do you like?”

Neville turned red and looked away to the side of the room. “I… well…”

“Come on, Neville,” Harry said. “Ron and I went, now it’s your turn. Who’s the one you wanted before Mary Sue?”

“Susan,” Neville answered, quickly. “Susan Bones.”

“There that wasn’t so difficult,” Mary Sue smiled. “Dean?”

“I kind of like… Lavender Brown,” Dean answered, relieved that the others just nodded and did not taunt him.

They all looked at Seamus and Seamus threw up his hands and said, “What?”

“Well, who do you like?” Mary Sue prompted.

“I sort of got a girlfriend back home,” Seamus answered.

“Some one here, at school,” Ron clarified.

Seamus grinned. “Well, I’d like to tie Mary Sue up to my bed and never let her free, but if I have to choose someone else, I’d say… Padma Patil.”

“Mary Sue, your turn?” Harry grinned. “Who do you fancy the most at Hogwarts?”

The boys looked at her with rapt attention, hoping that she’d pick them. Mary Sue smiled coyly and said, “That’s not fair, Harry. You know I like all of you.”

Seamus, who was sitting next to her on the floor, put his hand on the small of her back, caressing her lightly. “But if you had to choose one of us to be your boyfriend, who would you choose?”

Mary Sue looked at each of their faces, her own looking confused. “I really don’t know,” she answered. “I…”

“Choose,” Ron said.

Tears began to well up in Mary Sue’s eyes. Harry scooted closer to her and put his arm about her shoulders in comfort. “It’s all right, Mary Sue. You don’t have to tell us. Please don’t get upset.”

She shook her head, looking miserable. “No, you don’t understand. I won’t choose because I… can’t!” Tears rolled down her cheek as she began to quietly weep.

“Why can’t you?” Ron persisted.

“That’s just it,” she answered, sadly. “That’s my problem. I can’t be true to just one person because I desire so many. I’m addicted to… sex.” She began to weep even more.

The boys sat staring at her in shock. Sex? She was addicted to sex? Merlin!

“Why is that a problem?” Seamus smiled. “I think we all want a lot of sex.”

Mary Sue looked at him. “Yes, but… you’d be able to commit to one special person and have sex just with her. But I… can’t do that. I can’t help myself when I get into the mood. It feels so natural to flirt and that usually leads to more.”

“Maybe you haven’t fallen in love yet,” Neville said, thinking seriously about Mary Sue’s problem. “When you fall in love, you might feel differently.”

Mary Sue smiled sadly at him. “You’re sweet, Neville, but I don’t see that I’m going to have that kind of relationship with anyone.”

“Why not?” Harry asked. “You’re beautiful and sweet and fun. I’m sure you wouldn’t have a problem finding someone you may want to marry someday.”

Mary Sue looked even more depressed, making them all want to hold her and make her feel better. She shook her head and released a small, bitter laugh. “Marriage? Oh, Harry, I already know who I’m going to marry.”

“You have a boyfriend?” Dean asked in surprise. Why would she be talking like this if she had someone already?

“I wouldn’t call him that,” Mary Sue replied, “seeing that I haven’t even kissed him. You see, there is only a small pool of potential matches for people of my families’ social class. I’m expected to marry Bernard because our parents have decided that it would be a successful financial match. I really don’t have a choice, unless I want to be cut off from my inheritance.”

“And Bernard,” she continued, “he’s such a spoiled wanker. All he does is spend money living it up with his friends and sleeping with every tart he can get his hands on. So you see, I know my future already. I’m to marry Bernard, let him plant an heir on me, and then we’ll most likely carry on with lovers on the side.”

“Couldn’t you tell your parents that you don’t love him?” Dean asked. “Wouldn’t they want you to be happy?”

“My parents believe that romance cannot last between two people, so couples shouldn’t set their futures on love. They believe marriage should be approached more practically,” she answered.

“That’s terrible,” Ron said.

“I don’t want to talk about that anymore,” Mary Sue declared, drying her eyes. “It’s far too depressing. You know what I’ve decided?”

“What?” Neville asked.

“I’ve decided that I’m going to help you boys get the girls you desire,” she smiled. “After all, you’ve helped me stay at this school, so I want to do something for you.”

“But you are doing something for us,” Seamus smiled, suggestively.

“I want to do more,” Mary Sue answered. “I really don’t know how much time I have left before my parents find out that I’m not at Travers Academy. I may be found out soon and I want to do what I can before that happens.”

None of them had thought about the fact that Mary Sue could possibly be taken from them soon. They looked at each other, worriedly. “The muggle world doesn’t know about us,” Ron said. “They won’t be able to find you.”

“But they’ll worry about you,” Neville said. “They might think something terrible has happened to you, like kidnapping or… murder.”

“Yes, that’s a possibility,” Mary Sue nodded.

“If they think your dead, then you can stay in the magical world. You wouldn’t have to marry that wanker,” Seamus said.

Harry looked at him, shaking his head. “Wouldn’t that be a cruel thing to do?” Harry said. “Her parents will be worried sick about her.” None of them had really considered that before and now sat thinking about it.

“I’m not so sure about that,” Mary Sue said. “Sometimes it seems they forget they even have a daughter.”

“I think they care for you more than you think,” Dean replied.

Mary Sue shrugged. “Perhaps,” she said, softly. “Anyways, with what little time I may have left here, I want to help you boys so that when I leave, you’ll have someone to replace me.”

“How are you going to do it?” Dean asked. “I think if you went up to those girls and told them, they would laugh or worse.”

“Oh no, that’s not the way to go about it,” Mary Sue said. “We must be more subtle than that.” She smiled around the circle and said, “I’m going to teach all of you how to get the girl you desire.”

“What about you?” Harry asked.

“Don’t worry, I’m going to get what I want too,” Mary Sue said, stroking Harry’s cheek and leaning in for a small kiss. Harry blushed, his heart pounding.

“I have an idea,” Mary Sue said. “For each of you, I’ll be your girlfriend for say, three days, and during that time I’ll make sure your crushes notice you.”

“I thought you wanted this to be a secret,” Dean reminded.

“It still will be,” Mary Sue answered. “I simply meant that I’d be your girlfriend at night, teaching you the things you need to know.” She smiled suggestively.

Seamus sat up straighter. “You mean, we get to be with you, exclusively, for three nights?”

“Yes,” she nodded. “So, not only will I help you get your girl, I’ll also teach you what to do with her once she’s yours.”

Mary Sue watched as smiles grew on each of their faces.

“Damn,” Dean said. “That’s… Merlin! Three nights in a row?”

She nodded with a grin.

“I’ll go first,” Ron quickly said.

“Fuck you, Ron,” Seamus growled. “You can’t decide that.”

“Why don’t we draw straws?” Harry suggested.

“Straws?” Ron asked, confused.

“Yeah, we get five straws or paper strips will do too, and we cut them different lengths. Then, without knowing what each one’s size it, we pick one. Whoever has the longest one, goes first,” Harry explained.

“Sounds fair,” Dean replied.

Harry went to his dresser and pulled out some paper, transforming them into straw shapes with his wand. Then he made each one a different size. Bringing them back to the group on the floor he held them out with his palm open. “See, each one is a different size,” Harry said. He closed his palm over the ends of the straws and moved the straws around a bit. “Now pick one each.”

Each of the boys reached for a straw and when they had chosen, they held them up together to compare.

“Well, it seems that Neville has the longest straw,” Mary Sue smiled.

“Damn it!” Seamus swore. Then he shot Neville an angry glare. “You lucky bastard.”

The others looked disappointed as well. “You’ll have your work cut out with him, Mary Sue,” Ron smirked.

Mary Sue winked at Neville and said, “I think he’ll be a fast learner.”

Neville was still holding his straw up in shock. He was going first? Tonight? Tonight?

Mary Sue stood up and let her robe drop to the floor, revealing her red lacey lingerie. The boys watched her in horny silence as she looked at them and said, “I’m sorry boys, but I’m now officially Neville’s girlfriend for three nights. Only he gets this.” She ran her hands over the top of her breasts making them ache to do that for her.

Neville sat with his mouth open, still disbelieving his luck. She was his? He could touch her? Only him?

Dean moved his hands over his face, groaning into his palms.

“Fucking lucky, Longbottom,” Seamus grumped. “But I’ll have my turn yet!”

Mary Sue sauntered over to Neville’s bed and sat on it. She looked at him and patted the spot next to her. “Aren’t you coming, Neville?”

“Yeah…” Neville rasped, having to clear his throat. He turned red as they all looked at him and waited. Neville stood up and they noticed that his cock was standing up in his pajama bottoms as well. He walked over to his bed and looked at Mary Sue.

“Come to me, Neville,” she encouraged, sexily casting her eyes down to his tented pants.

Neville released the breath he had been holding and turned to look at the others who were watching him. Then he reached out and shut the draperies around his bed. The others made sounds of disappointment. They had thought that they’d get to watch.

Then they heard Neville cast a silencing charm and Ron said, “Fuck him. He’s not very charitable to us losers. He could at least let us listen in.”

“Don’t be such a pervert,” Harry said, pushing him on the arm. “Let’s get some sleep. None of us have had a decent night’s sleep since school started.”

“Yeah, we should rest up for when it’s our turn with Mary Sue,” Dean laughed.

OOOOOOOOOO

Arthur Weasley had been working late tonight at the Ministry. He locked up his office before turning to make his way to the lifts and then back home to Molly. On his way, he noticed a light still on in another nearby office. He walked in to see who was still here.

Benjamin Harris, Department of Muggle Crimes, was sitting at his desk looking through a stack of Muggle newspapers when Arthur walked in.

“Benji! Working late too, I see,” Arthur said.

“Had some work to catch up on,” Benjamin muttered. It was his job to keep track of Muggle news, picking out anything that may be connected to the magical world. After all, crimes against Muggles were sometimes linked to those who had something against them, and there were many magical people who disliked Muggles.

Arthur walked up next to Benjamin and looked at the newspaper he was skimming. He watched as Benjamin tapped his wand on a picture of a beautiful girl, making it disappear from the newspaper and appear on a bulletin board behind him. Arthur frowned at the picture. “What a shame,” he muttered. “Another missing girl, quite lovely too.”

“Yes, well, even dark wizards admire beauty,” Benjamin replied, without taking his eyes off his work.

“You think they may have her?” Arthur asked.

“Anything’s possible,” Benjamin answered. “It says here that she’s part of the nobility, wealthy family and all. Someone like that could be held by other Muggles for ransom. But there is also the possibility that one of our kind took her. I always add missing Muggles to my board, Arthur. Sometimes we do find them, usually dead by then.”

Arthur shook his head and frowned deeper, “What a pity.”

OOOOOOOOO

Neville sat nervously on the edge of his bed fiddling with his hands while Mary Sue watched him. He was so shy and nervous that she almost felt sorry for him. She knew, however, that Neville would benefit more from this experience than any of the others. She crawled on her knees across the bed until she was behind him. Kneeling, she began to massage his shoulders. “Relax, Neville,” she said, “I’m not going to hurt you.”

“I know that,” Neville said. “It’s just… my first time.”

“And I know that,” she whispered in his ear, kissing his lobe and sending shivers down his spine.

Never in a million years did Neville ever imagine himself having sex with a girl as beautiful as Mary Sue. This seemed too good to be true. He was just waiting for her to tell him that she changed her mind.

“Do you know, Neville,” she whispered, continuing to nip at his ears and neck, “that the thought of being your first is getting me so wet?”

Neville shivered and shook his head, his breath becoming more ragged.

“Well it is,” she said, sliding her hands from his shoulders across his chest, pressing her breasts against his back while she continued kissing his neck.

Neville swallowed and said, “I don’t know what to do. What if I… mess up?”

She scooted back and pulled on his shoulders. “Lay back, Neville.”

Neville did as she asked and gazed up at her beautiful face as she began to unbutton his pajama top. “Tonight is your first time,” she said. “I don’t expect you to know what to do. Tonight, I just want you to feel what I do to you. Then tomorrow night, I’ll start teaching you how to please me as well.”

Neville nodded, swallowing nervously. She pulled his top open and he sat up a bit so she could slide it off his arms. “Lay all the way on your bed,” she encouraged. Neville moved himself up until his head was lying on his pillow. Mary Sue was kneeling next to him, smiling. Then she took her hands and pulled her red camisole off, exposing her perfect breasts to him. “Do you like what you see?” she asked.

Neville nodded, not daring to speak, afraid he’d say something stupid and mess things up.

“Touch them if you’d like,” she encouraged.

Neville reached with his opposite arm, cupping the weight of one breast in his palm and squeezing it gently. He felt even more encouraged when he heard a soft moan from Mary Sue and he began to move his fingertips over her nipple, feeling it harden for him. He couldn’t stand it, it was too much! He tried to cross one leg over the other, trying to hide his twitching cock as it strained to be free of his bottoms. What would she think if he came from just touching her breast?

Mary Sue put a hand on his thigh and pulled his leg back down. “Don’t hide it, Neville,” she said. “It excites me to know that you are enjoying yourself.”

Neville began sweating nervously. “But…”

She smiled knowingly and slid her hand up his leg towards his cock. “Go ahead and come,” she said. “You need to.” The moment her hand glided over his cock, he gasped and his hips began to move as he came in his pajama bottoms.

He put his hand over his eyes in remorse. “I’m sorry,” he said, embarrassed.

“Why?” she answered. She moved over his chest so that her breasts were pressed against him and her lips were inches away from his. “I wanted to you come,” she said. “If you had been inside me, then it would have been over too soon. Now, that you’ve released some of your tension, you’ll be able to stand more stimulation for a longer period.”

Neville lifted his hand and looked at her. “More?” he asked.

“Of course,” she smiled. “That was just a warm up.”

Neville smiled at her slightly, relieved. Then he lifted his lips, closing the distance as he wrapped his arms around her back and kissed her. They kissed for a good length of time before Mary Sue lifted her leg and positioned herself on top of Neville. She began to move her soaked panties against his damp pelvis as she kissed him deeper and it wasn’t long before Neville was sporting a new woody, even harder than the last one.

“Mmmm, Neville,” she groaned as she kissed her way down his neck. “Your cock feels so nice against my hot little cunt.”

Neville groaned at her words. No one had ever said any such thing to him and they were the most exciting words he had ever heard. He began to worry that he’d come too soon again.

Mary Sue slid down his body, kissing and rubbing his chest, licking at his nipples while he bucked against her body. Her nails lightly scratched a path down to his waistband and she began to pull his pajama bottoms down off his hips.

Neville gasped when he realized that she was ‘down there’ and she was stripping him bare. Gods! Is she? Is she going to do it? He shut his eyes and held his breath, waiting for what was to come, his body tense.

When he felt her hot lips sliding down onto his cock, encompassing it in wet heat, he groaned and grabbed at the sheets of his bed. No, no, he definitely wasn’t going to last long again. He knew it! This felt so incredible. Oh, her tongue! Those lips! That mouth!

He panted, his cock throbbing in her expert mouth as he tried to warn her. “Mary… Sue… I’m…”

“Shhh,” she whispered against his wonderfully wet cock. “It’s all right. Come for me, Neville,” she said. She moved her mouth over him again, sucking him deeply into cavern while her hand moved to cup his balls. As soon as she touched him like that, Neville tensed up and shot his seed into her waiting mouth, surprised that she didn’t back away. She swallowed every bit as he groaned in complete pleasure.

Then she kissed her way back up to his chest and smiled at him.

“I think I love you,” Neville panted. “I don’t want Susan anymore. I want you.”

Mary Sue shook her head. “No, you don’t, Neville,” she said, almost sadly. “You love how I’m making you feel, but you don’t love me.”

“No!” Neville insisted. “It’s you. You’re everything I could possibly want.”

Mary Sue felt a stab of guilt. What the hell was she doing? This was all supposed to be fun, but instead she was going to break his heart. “Believe me, Neville, I’m not the girl for you. You deserve a girl who’ll be true to you, an honest girl. I’m not her.”

“You could be if you want,” Neville said, disappointed that she wasn’t feeling more.

“Don’t fall in love with me, Neville,” she said. “I’m not as good as you think. I have a lot of secrets.”

“I don’t care about your past,” he said. “It’s the future that counts.”

She put her finger over his lips and shook her head. “I’ll only end up hurting you. Let’s just enjoy our three nights together and I promise you that Susan will not be able to resist you once I’m through with you. The well-laid man is most appealing to women. I’m going to give you the confidence to attract anyone you desire.”

Neville looked at her, thinking about what she had said. Could she really make him into a fellow that girls desired? He nodded and kissed her nearby lips.

“Are you ready for the next step?” she smiled.

“I don’t know if I can get hard again this soon,” Neville admitted, shyly.

“Oh, I don’t think that will be a problem,” Mary Sue grinned. She sat up and then kneeled next to his body as she ran her hands over her breasts. “Neville, would you please pull my knickers down?”

Neville’s mouth opened and his pulse raced at her words. He swallowed and tentatively lifted his hands to her hips, hooking his fingers into the top of her red lacey panties. Gods! So close! Her pussy was right there, so close, and he was about to see it. He slid the small scrap of material down, looking at her pussy in wonder. She had shaved it neatly, and her glistening pink folds were peeking out at him.

She moved her legs and pulled the knickers completely off before taking his hand and guiding it to her wet snatch. Neville couldn’t believe it. He was touching it! It felt so… slippery, soft. He moved his middle finger deeper into her folds, feeling how wonderfully slick she was. Mary Sue grabbed her breasts again and moaned as Neville caressed her juicy cunt.

Then she opened her eyes and looked at his cock. It was standing straight up once more. “Hmmm…” she moaned, “I knew you’d get hard again, Neville.”

Neville looked down his body at his own cock. Of course he was hard again! Did she think she could kneel there next to him, naked and moaning, letting him touch her like this, and not get hard?

“Ready to lose your virginity?” she asked with a sexy smile.

“Yeah,” he rasped.

Mary Sue climbed over him, straddling his hips. Neville groaned at the feel of her bare, wet pussy on his cock. “I’m so wet for you,” she whispered. She bent down and began kissing him, slowly gyrating her pussy over his hardness. Neville moaned in a panic, afraid he’d come too soon again.

Then she reached back and guided his cock to her entrance. Looking in his eyes, she muttered, “Fuck me, Neville.”

Neville reached for her hips and made his first thrust into her, holding himself still a moment to gage her reaction.

“Mmmm, so good,” she purred. “More, Neville.” She sat up and began pushing down on him and lifting, fucking him as he fucked her. “Yes!”

Neville wanted to stay like this forever. Gods! This was incredible. He watched her beautiful breasts bounce in front of his face while she squeezed around his cock. It didn’t take long before he felt that familiar pressure building up, ready to explode. He watched her sit up more and her hand traveled down to her clit as she pumped herself against him. It excited him to no end when she began fingering her little nub, throwing her head back and moaning. There was no way he was going to last…

“Ahhhhhh” Neville groaned as he had his first orgasm inside of a girl. Mary Sue began to shake on top of him as she climaxed as well, her inner walls clenching around him. Then she flopped down on top of him, trying to calm her breath.

He wrapped his arms about her and held on. “Thank you,” he whispered against her hair.

OOOOOOOOOO

A/N: Please, let me know your thoughts on this fiction. I want to know if people are still reading it. Thanks!