Mary Sue Comes to Hogwarts

A/N Hi everyone! I decided to give this idea a little shot and see if you think it’s worth a go or not. Please let me know your thoughts!

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Meet Mary Sue


Mary Sue Perfect rode in her parents’ limousine to King’s Cross Station, her pet poodle, Poopsy, sat on her lap licking the nanny’s earlobe. The nanny hated Poopsy with a passion and swore that just as soon as Mary Sue was on the train to school, an accident would befall Poopsy.

Mary Sue didn’t notice Poopsy’s naughtiness as she was looking out the window and biting her lip with a frown.

“I’m really disappointed,” she said to the nanny. “Mummy and Daddy always have some excuse not to see me off to school, or pick me up for that matter. You’d think they might do so, knowing full well that I’m attending a new school this year and I’m very nervous about it. After sixteen years of parenting you’d think they might take a smidgeon of interest in what their daughter is doing.”

“What, miss?” the nanny asked, too busy pushing Poopsy’s snout away from her ear to pay any attention to Mary Sue.

“Oh, never mind!” Mary Sue said in irritation. ‘Not even the hired help seemed to take any interest in her,’ Mary Sue fumed. When they got to the station the driver got out and flagged down a porter to help Mary Sue with her trunk. Mary Sue turned to the nanny, tossing her long blonde locks over her shoulder, and said, “Take good care of Poopsy for me.”

“Yes, miss,” the nanny lied. She cringed as she watched Mary Sue pick Poopsy up and entwine tongues.

“Be a good little puppy while Mummy’s gone,” she crooned to the dog.

The porter followed Mary Sue to platform ten, her train due to arrive at any moment. Mary Sue didn’t want the strange man waiting with her so she paid him to leave. Sighing heavily she looked around for a bench but all were taken. She went around to the other side of the brick barrier and leaned against it to rest. With a little yelp of surprise she found that she was falling backwards and onto ground, knocking her head hard against the concrete.

Her face was scrunched in pain and her eyes closed as she cried, “OOOWWW.”

When she opened her eyes again, a red haired boy was leaning over her and saying, “Are you all right?”

As she slowly sat up and touched her bump tentatively, she answered, “I’m not sure. I must have fallen.”

The boy grinned and said, “Yeah, I figured that much out. Are you new? I don’t remember ever seeing you at school.”

Mary Sue looked around. They train was here and it looked as if there were many students boarding and saying good-bye to parents.

“Oh, the train is here!” Mary Sue said, trying to stand up. When she wobbled a bit, the boy grasped her arm.

“Careful,” he said. “You must have smacked your head pretty hard.” He looked around and said, “Did your parents come to see you off?”

“No,” she frowned. “Too busy.”

“Ronald Weasley!” came a loud woman’s voice. “The train’s about to leave, you best get going.” The pudgy, red-haired woman came over to them, assessing the situation.

“She fell down and bumped her head, mum,” Ron explained. “I was just helping her.”

“Let me have a look, dear,” said the woman, putting out her hand and moving some of Mary Sue’s blonde hair away. “Look’s like you’ll have a lump. I wish I had brought my healing herbs with me; I could have whipped you up a nice remedy. Perhaps someone on the train will have something for it.”

“Oh, well, perhaps,” said Mary Sue in confusion. ‘Healing herbs?’ she thought.

A man called out, “All aboard!”

“Oh, wait,” Mary Sue said in a panic, looking around. “I need my trunk!”

“I\'ll get it for you,” Ron said, guessing that she fell before she could pull her trunk through the barrier.

The kind woman took her by the arm and led her towards the train. She didn’t see Ron disappear behind the barrier and then return with her trunk. “Now you just find a seat and try to rest,” the woman told her.

“Thank you,” Mary Sue said. She boarded the train and Ron followed behind her. She turned and smiled at him when they reached the center isle. “Thanks for getting my trunk. I feel so clumsy.”

“No problem,” he smiled at the pretty blonde. “Would you like to sit with me and my friends?”

“Oh, well, yes, thank you,” she said, grateful that she wouldn’t have to sit alone somewhere. Perhaps she could finally make some friends. Her last boarding school was a total disaster and she was looking forward to starting fresh again.

“I’m Ron, by the way,” he smiled.

“Mary Sue,” she smiled back.

They made their way down the isle until Ron said, “Here they are.” He opened the compartment door and walked in, hoisting her trunk onto the luggage rack above. Then he turned to Mary Sue and motioned her in further.

Harry was slouching on his seat, his feet propped up against the empty seat facing him, talking to Hermione, who was sitting to the left of him. When Ron brought Mary Sue in, Harry’s eyes widened in surprise and he quickly took his feet off the seat in front of him and straightened up a bit. Hermione took a perusing look at the blonde beauty and then shot Ron a suspicious look.

“That’s Harry and this is Hermione,” Ron said. “This is Mary Sue; she’s new so I asked her to sit with us.”

Harry smiled as Mary Sue sat in the seat across from him and Ron sat next to her across from Hermione.

“Hi Mary Sue, are you sixth year or seventh?” Harry asked, glancing at her well endowed chest.

“Pardon?” Mary Sue asked confused. “I believe I finished Grade Seven when I was thirteen.”

Ron and Harry laughed and Hermione rolled her eyes. Hermione thought the boys were making complete asses of themselves over a pretty face.

“Your old school must have had a different system,” Harry said. “Ours has seven grades but we call them years. You start year one when your about eleven. Ron, Hermione and I are now sixth years.”

“Oh, I see,” Mary Sue said. “How old are you?”

“Sixteen,” Harry answered.

“So am I,” she said. “I guess I’m a sixth year as well then.”

“What was your old school?” Hermione said haughtily. She didn’t care for the way Ron was leaning close to the new girl and looking at her with puppy eyes.

“It was a small, private school in Switzerland called Saint Stephens and it was all girls, so very boring,” she winked at Harry’s rapt face and he blinked in surprise.

Hermione gave her a queer look and said, “I’ve never heard of it and I’ve read about all the schools in Europe.”

“She just said it was small and private, didn’t she?” Ron snapped at Hermione. “Not everything can be found in books.” He turned to Mary Sue and said, “Don’t mind Hermione. She likes to pretend she knows everything.”

Hermione stood up with her hands on her hips and said, “I know one thing, Ronald Weasley. I know you’re a complete idiot!” Hermione threw open the compartment door and stomped away down the isle.

Ron smiled at Mary Sue, “Don’t mind her, she gets mental at times.”

Mary Sue laughed and said, “There’s always one at every school, isn’t there?”

“She’s not so bad,” Harry said. He knew that Hermione was jealous of Ron’s attentions to Mary Sue but Ron was far too thick to figure that out for himself.

“Oh no, of course not,” Mary Sue said apologetically. She placed a hand on Harry’s knee as she leaned forward. “I didn’t mean to say anything against her personally.”

Harry felt that hand like a branding iron and he leaned forward as well, crossing his arms in front of him so that the bulge growing in his pants would not be so noticeable. “I… I know,” he said nervously. She was so damn beautiful. ‘Perhaps she was a veela,’ he thought.

Just then Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle walked by the door that Hermione had left opened. Malfoy glanced in the compartment quickly and then backed up, stopping himself before the doorway. “Well, well, what have we here?” he smirked, looking at Mary Sue appraisingly. Crabbe and Goyle were craning their necks over his shoulders.

“Aren’t there any first years you could be terrorizing right now, Malfoy?” Ron said with a harsh glare.

Draco didn’t even spare Ron a glance as he stepped into the compartment and addressed Mary Sue. “It’s a shame you had to endure the company of such ill mannered filth. I see they cannot even give you a proper introduction.” Draco held out his hand to her and said, “I’m Draco Malfoy, and you are?”

Mary Sue took his hand and said, “Mary Sue.”

“Just Mary Sue?” he grinned charmingly.

“Well, my full name is Lady Merideth Suzanne Perfect,” she smiled.

“Ah, Lady is it?” Draco purred as he bent his lips to her hand and lingered his kiss on top of her fingers.

Ron and Harry both rolled their eyes and huffed in their seats.

Draco slowly raised his face and looked at her without releasing her hand. “You certainly fit your name, Lady Perfect.”

Mary Sue blushed and smiled prettily at him.

“It’s getting a bit too crowded in here,” Ron growled.

“Then leave,” Malfoy said.

“This is our compartment, you prat,” Ron snapped.

Draco gave Mary Sue a last smile and said, “If you want to sit with more civilized company, come seek us out. See you soon, my Lady.” He gave her a suggestive lift of his brows and left, deciding that the next time he would approach her would be when the Lone Ranger and his side kick Tonto weren’t around.

Ron got up and shut the compartment door as he said, “You just met the biggest wanker at school. If he gives you a hard time, just let us know and we’ll take care of him for you.” He sat down close to Mary Sue again and she smiled prettily saying, “He doesn’t seem so bad.”

“Don’t let the charm fool you,” Harry piped in. “He’s a Slytherin through and through.”

“A Slytherin?” Mary Sue asked in confusion.

“It’s one of the four houses at school. You’ll be sorted into one of them when we arrive,” Ron explained.

“Sorted? How?” she wondered.

“It’s nothing to be afraid of,” Harry reassured her. “You just have to sit and put a hat on. They won’t test you or anything. Then you’ll get sorted according to your personality, values, and things like that.”

Mary Sue thought this sounded a bit strange to her. How would they know her values? She guessed that they would have to ask her some questions.

“Then there are four houses you can end up in. Gryffindor, which happens to be the best one. That’s Harry’s and my house. Then there’s Ravenclaw. Not a bad one either, the very smart ones end up there. Hufflepuff, friendly but not the brightest. And Slytherin, where all the evil ones go.”

“Evil?” Mary Sue laughed. “Surely you exaggerate.”

“No, it’s true,” said Ron. “Any witch or wizard that’s turned out bad was a Slytherin.”

“Witches and wizards?” Mary Sue laughed. “And how many evil witches and wizards do you know, Ron?” she asked, teasingly. The foot of her crossed leg was lightly caressing his shin.

“Loads,” Ron said with a shaky voice, suddenly feeling as if the heat in this compartment had been turned way up.

Mary Sue laughed and pinched his cheek playfully, “You are so adorable, I just want to eat you up!”

“Yeah, all right,” Ron said in a daze.

The lady with the snack cart cracked open the door at that moment and said, “Snacks?”

“I think I’ve already found my snacks, thank you,” Mary Sue said, looking at Ron and Harry suggestively. They were so cute, she thought. It wouldn’t hurt to have a little fun with them. She hadn’t been able to fool around with boys since she got caught three months ago sneaking out with some guys from the boys school across the lane. She had been doing it all last year but unfortunately got caught on that particular occasion which resulted in her not getting invited back for this school year.

Harry and Ron sat stunned at her words, hoping she wasn’t just teasing. “Uh, Mary Sue,” Harry said, “can I get you anything off the trolly? The chocolate frogs are pretty good.”

“It’s not chocolate I’m craving,” she smiled at him. Ron and Harry sat looking at her with their mouths open.

“Well?” prompted the snack lady.

Ron waved an arm at her without taking his eyes off Mary Sue. “We’re fine,” he mumbled.

The snack lady huffed and rolled her eyes as she shut the compartment door. “Teenagers and their hormones!” she commented.

Mary Sue sat and looked from Ron to Harry, wondering who would make the first move. Both boys had nervous but excited looks on their faces but they didn’t know quite what to do. She sighed and decided that she would have to get them started.

“Harry, I was wondering if I could get your opinion about something,” she began.

“Yeah,” Harry said with a swallow.

She stuck her foot between his knees, settling it on the edge of his seat. “I used a new razor on my legs this morning and I’m not sure if it did a very good job. Would you check and tell me if my leg feels smooth to you?”

Harry began to sweat as he looked down to where her toes were just inches away from his ever hardening cock. His hands shook slightly as he raised them to her leg. He put one on her calve and one on her shin, sliding them a little against her fragrant skin.
“Very… very smooth,” he managed to say.

“Really?” she smiled. Her knee fell a little to the side exposing the pink panties under her skirt to his eyes. He tried not to leer, but his eyes kept wandering down to that tantalizing view.

“Um… yeah,” he answered, a catch in his voice. He didn’t remove his hands and kept stroking her leg as she didn’t remove it from his seat.

“You have very nice hands Harry,” she purred, closing her eyes in pleasure and sighing. She knew exactly how to get what she wanted with boys. They were so easy to read. She knew that her words would encourage him to continue and become bolder and they did. Harry now traveled up to her knee with his light caresses and she squealed, “Oh, I’m so ticklish behind my knee!”

Ron seemed to be stewing with jealously and disbelief next to her so she said, “Ron, do you have any ticklish places?”

Now he looked at her stupidly, trying to comprehend her sentence. He forgot about watching Harry stroke her leg as he gazed at her luscious lips, partly open and waiting for his answer. “Yeah,” he said, his voice seeming an octave lower.

“Where?” she asked with a sexy grin.

“My ribs… mostly,” he managed to say.

“Well, then take your shirt off. I need to test it out. Tickles aren’t half as effective when there is clothing in the way,” she said.

Ron didn’t waste much time pulling his shirt off. Mary Sue looked at his chest and said, “Hmmm, very nice, Ron.” Ron jumped a bit when her hands first touched his shoulders. She slowly ran them down his chest and stopped on top of his ribcage. Then she looked up into his eyes and said, “Oh second thought, I have a much better idea.” Ron just about came in his pants when she leaned towards him and began flicking his nipple with the tip of her tongue.

“Merlin,” he moaned, shutting his eyes.

Harry had stopped moving his hands when Mary Sue began licking Ron’s nipple and watched in awe.

Mary Sue turned her face towards him and said, “Don’t stop Harry. I shaved all of my leg. You have to continue up and tell me how I did on the upper half.” She turned back to lave at Ron’s other nipple as she felt Harry’s fingers growing more bolder and caressing their way up her thigh. He had to scoot to the edge of his seat to reach further and she could now feel his erection against her ankle. She wiggled her foot a little more against him and heard him groan.

“Can I do this to you next, Mary Sue?” Ron asked boldly, loving the thought of those lovely tits stuck in his face.

She looked up from his chest and said, “If you’re a good boy.”

Harry was sweating as her foot rubbed against his cock and his fingers had almost reached their pretty pink goal. Her thighs were so smooth and soft.

Suddenly the compartment door pulled open and the three guilty teens sat up quickly. Ginny stood at the door, looking at them in shock. Her face grew angry as she said, “What on earth do you think you’re doing Ron?” He couldn’t get his shirt on fast enough and it was obvious that something had happened in here.

“Don’t you know how to knock?” Ron snapped at his sister. “It’s none of your fucking business what I do.”

“I came to get Hermione’s robes from her trunk for her as she didn’t want to have to see your slimy face,” Ginny spat. She reached up and pulled Hermione’s trunk down. “How did I ever get such a clueless brother?” Ginny mumbled as she flipped the trunk open and rummaged through it.

“It’s time for robes already?” Harry asked.

“Duh,” Ginny said, throwing him an angry glare. She didn’t even want to look at that slut in the corner they were drooling over. She had heard enough from Hermione.

“Robes?” Mary Sue asked in confusion.

“Yeah, since we head straight to the feast, they want us to be wearing them,” Ron said.

“No one told me about robes,” Mary Sue said aghast.

“It should have been on your letter,” Harry said.

“My mother is the one who read the letter,” Mary Sue said in growing irritation. “Thanks a lot mum,” she mumbled, “too busy to even prepare me proper!”

“What will I do?” she said in panic. She didn’t want to be the only one without robes.

Ginny had just finished putting Hermione’s trunk back in place as she listened to Mary Sue’s distress. She was about the same size as Mary Sue, she thought as she finally took a good look at her. She pondered whether or not to lend her the extra robe that Fred and George had gifted her with this summer. She sighed as she made the decision to help, even though she was certain she disliked Mary Sue already. The girl just seemed so clueless that Ginny couldn’t help but feel a smidgeon of pity for her. “You can borrow my extra one until you get your own,” she grudgingly said.

“Oh! Thank you so much!” Mary Sue smiled. “I’ll take good of it, I promise.”

Ginny nodded and left to fetch the robe. Ron closed the door again, upset that Ginny would be returning soon. Both boys looked at her with longing, unsure of what to say now that the mood had been interrupted.

“Well, boys,” she said. “It looks like we’ll have to find a more private place next time.”

Harry and Ron grinned at the thought that there would be a ‘next time.’

“Yeah, definitely,” Harry smiled, unable to get the image of pink panties out of his mind.

“Sounds perfect,” Ron said, unable to get the image of her pink tongue lapping at his nipple from his mind.

“But you have to promise me something if you want to do this again,” she added.

They both looked at her expectantly, knowing they would just about promise anything.

“You can’t tell anyone what we do together,” she said, not wanting to get kicked out of yet another school for her promiscuous behavior.

“We promise,” they both said, almost at the same time.

Ginny returned with the robe, glad that no one was undressed this time.

“Thanks, peaches,” Mary Sue said, giving Ginny an appreciative look.

Ginny opened her mouth to object to the name Mary Sue had just given her, but found herself blushing instead at the innuendo in her voice. Ginny quickly said, “Sure.” She turned and left the compartment, flustered.

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A/N O.K. Like or didn’t like… let me know please! I’ll continue with the adventures of Mary Sue if there is enough interest. If not, I’ll trash it in the rejected Mary Sue pile. LOL Let me know.