As Falerina Erato was walking back to the common room, having spent the rest of the afternoon revising for her Transfiguration exam, she noticed two things. One, everyone she walked past in the hallways seemed to be looking at her and holding their hands up to their mouths as if giggling, and second, there was whispering amongst them, whispering that claimed someone had seen school governor and father of the Slytherin Seeker enter Headmaster Dumbledores office. Yes, Lucius Malfoy was in the building.

Damn, Falerina thought silently. She had hoped he would stay away from here, rumours had spread after his last visit. They said he came to school not only to see to business and check upon his son Draco, but also that he, a Slytherin in his time, had stood outside the Gryffindor common room inquiring after a seventh-year by the name Falerina. They also said that two days after this, Falerina had received a howler from Narcissa, Lucius' wife. That, however, was not true. Falerina had never received a howler. She did deserve one though, she thought with a grin.

The Fat Lady in the portrait swung open by her muttering of "balderdash", and she entered the common room. One of her friends, Clarimunda, rushed over to her.

"You have heard it, haven't you?" Her hands came down onto Falerinas shoulders, making her feel rather cramped.

"Yes, I have heard the rumours," she said, piling her books onto the table after having pushed Clarimunda away. "But what's it to me?"

Clarimunda looked at her, hands on her hips.

"Come off it, Falerina, everybody knows about you and Mr. Malfoy, don't lie about it."

"Don't be ridiculous!" Falerina snapped.

"I am not being ridiculous!"

"Clarimunda, if I was to fight a Boggart, you'd be the spell I'd use!"

There was a brief moment of silence before Clarimunda opened her mouth again.

"What's a Boggart?"

Not knowing whether to laugh or cry, Falerina simply rolled her eyes.

"We are your friends you know, you can tell us," said Diona Muffler. "We won't tell anyone else, you can trust us! But I don't understand you at all, I mean he is SO much older than you, father of another student at this school! Honestly, what do you see in him, I just don't get you sometimes Falerina. I mean, I would never..."

"Diona, shut up. It has never happened, and it will never happen. Think about it: Would I risk being expelled in my last year? Would he risk losing his job? His marriage? And why the flying fuck would I sleep with the father of another student at this school?"

People had started gathering around them now, so Falerina decided to take her stuff up to her room in the dormitories. She was followed all the way up the stairs by a small horde of classmates asking questions. Well up there she threw her books onto her bed, looked around at the giggling girls there, thinking that most of them had never even been fucked decently in their short miserable lives. Well, she had, but it was none of their business. If word came out that these rumours were true, she would be in big trouble. And so would he. So she had written him telling him they had to stop having sex every time he came to Hogwarts, rumours were going around. He had been none too pleased. He continued sending her owls with naughty messages, but she had stopped writing him back. That had pissed him off even more, so she did not really want to see him at all now. And if she did, he was not going to have his way with her, no matter how much she wanted it.

She grabbed her robes and coat, put them on hastily, and muttered "get out of my way" to the girls watching her. About to leave the Gryffindor tower, Diona shouted:

"You are going to meet him, aren't you?"

"No, I'm not," Falerina said crossly. "Now shut the fuck up and leave me alone, you gossiping slutcoven!"

That last comment really did shut them up, and Falerina headed outdoors. Perhaps walking the grounds for a while would keep her mind off Lucius. Fresh air and bloody birds singing. But she did not want that, she thought turning round another corner, she wanted Lucius all naked and rough in Hagrids pumpkin patch when the clock struck twelve, she wanted Lucius taking her from behind in the girls bathroom. That had been their most usual meeting spot, he would enter first, stunning that minge of a ghost, Moaning Myrtle, then she would enter a few minutes after, and they would be at it like rabbits.

The first time she'd seen him, was at a New Years Eve party her parents had arranged, only the rich and well off were invited, and if that did not include that Malfoys, nothing did. She had been hiding out in the kitchen trying to find some alcohol she could mix into her Butterbeer before returning, and he had just stood in the doorway watching her. When she asked him to stop doing that, he had entered the kitchen, shook her hand and complimented the length of her skirt and her pure-blood looks. Then he had pulled his wand out of the cane he was holding, said "allow me" in a voice that sent shivers down her spine and conjured vodka out of it and into her Butterbeer. They had talked for a while in the kitchen, but then his wife, Narcissa, came in and asked him to accompany her. He slipped a small piece of parchment into her hand before he went after Narcissa which simply said: "I will deal with you later".

When the rest of the guests were all partied out, many of them asleep like Narcissa, he had followed her up to her room, stroking her ass as they were ascending the stairs. Spells sealed the door so that no one could enter, and then the true magic happened. She was not exactly a virgin, but nothing could have prepared her for this. He had given her a small kiss on the cheek, and ignoring how nervous she was, told her to take off her clothes. He had sat down in a chair in the corner and watched her, his eyes not blinking and with a sly smile on his face. She had done it, nervously, and stood naked before him. "Come her," he'd said and motioned for her to approach him. She did, and with his black leather gloves still on, he started touching her. Stroking the inside of her thighs, her breasts and nipples, leaving not an inch of her body untouched. Then finally, with a bemused smile after hearing her sigh, had placed one hand on her hips and put a finger inside of her with the other. Still wearing gloves, his index finger had been moving inside of her cunt and his thumb working her clit. He was watching her face all the time, telling her to look into his eyes. When she was moaning with pleasure, getting week in the knees, he withdrew. He had given her a smile only a Slytherin could have made, and motioned her down on her knees in front of him. And Falerina could not refuse. He had her.

He removed his gloves and unbuttoned his trousers, pulling out a cock the likes of which Falerina had never seen. "Go on" he'd said, and she did, taking his cock in her right hand and gently stroking his balls with the other. Her lips and tongue worked the tip of his cock for a while before she took most of its length moving up and down. She had loved how it had pleasured him, his hand was continuously stroking, or sometimes tugging, her hair, his eyes were closed and his breathing was heavier. After a while, he'd asked her to stop and had lifted her up and thrown her onto her bed. Then he'd taken his clothes off, hastily, and pinning her down onto the bed, holding her arms above her head, he had entered her with full force and fucked her until she was screaming. Both spent, he had told her with a grin that he wanted to see her again, and she'd agreed. He got dressed, went back downstairs where he awoke Narcissa and left. Falerina fell asleep thinking that "sex is fucking good". Hogwarts had become their meeting place, and in Lucius, Falerina had found exactly what she needed in a man. But now those days were over. No matter how much she longed for a decent fuck in the outskirts of the Forbidden Forest.

The thought of his leather gloves were enough to

make her whole body ache, as she turned left and walked out onto the corridor which looked out over the courtyard. She was walking swiftly past the pillars, turned right onto the corridor that faced the east side of the courtyard. There she stopped. Leaning onto the banister, she looked down onto the students hanging around in the courtyard. There were not many people there, probably because it was getting close to dinnertime.

She could sense him, before she saw him. She turned her head around and saw Lucius Malfoy walking towards her, stopping right behind her.

"Miss Erato," he said. "You haven't been answering my owls. That's not very nice of you, is it? What would your parent say?"

"You know why I haven't," Falerina replied, her eyes having turned back to the students below them, hoping that none of them would look up and see them. "Please, Mr. Malfoy, people might see us up here."

"They won't," he said simply. "They're virtually muggle-born all of them, can't sense a bloody thing, or string two thoughts properly together. No, don't worry about them Falerina."

He touched her hair, and before she knew it, he'd twisted it round his hand, tugging her head backwards towards him.

"You can't refuse me, you know," he said softly into her ear.

"Please," she said, biting her lip. In the courtyard now, she could see professor McGonagal had arrived, she was talking to some other Gryffindor students. "If the professor sees us..."

"So what. All she will see is me talking to you. They are well aware that I am good friends with your parents. They send their love by the way."

Lucius let go of her hair and moved closer. He pushed her forwards so that she had to steady herself on the banister, and started lifting her robes.

"Mr. Malfoy," she whispered, "Don't."

He laughed quietly, and she could feel his cock push against her as he had his hands underneath her robes. In one quick move, he tore her panties off.

"I think I will keep these," he said and put them into the pocket of his coat. "Don't worry, miss Erato, no one down there can see what we are doing, these ghastly school robes are simply so big they hide everything."

His right hand found its target. His gloved fingers were playing with her clit, and he soon moved his left hand through her legs from behind so that he could stick a finger and bit later another finger up her cunt which was getting wetter by the second.

"Look at them," he whispered into her ear, "Just look. Don't tell me that it does not excite you, my little cat. The thought of them seeing us, a Gryffindor student having it off with the father of a Slytherin student. I know you too well by now."

He was right. She did like the thrill. The thought of getting caught had been one of the things that made her fuck him again and again, even on school grounds. And now, with a professor down in the courtyard, looking up at them and giving them a short wave, Falerina could not stop herself from moaning with pleasure. Lucius Malfoy knew exactly what he was doing, knew that she loved it when he kept his gloves on, loved the leather touch on her private parts, loved it when he was biting her neck as he did the minute professor McGonagal had looked away.

"Bend over," he said. Withdrawing his left hand, to unbutton his fly. He lifted her robe up a bit higher as she spread her legs further, and pushed his real magic wand into her with one great thrust. With his right hand still massaging her clit, he started moving inside her with a slow, steady rhythm. His left hand was on her hip, pressing her against him as he pressed against her.

"Faster," she whispered.

And he started to move quicker, leaning his head back, harder, watching her lean even more heavily onto the banister, her breath quick and heavy.

As people started leaving the courtyard, they both came, and Falerina let out a small cry which made both the professor and Angelina Johnson turn their heads. Lucius withdrew from her quickly, straightening her robe and buttoning his fly. Falerina turned around to face him just when professor Dumbledore's voice called out:

"Mr. Malfoy!"

"Yes," Lucius replied, trying to keep his voice calm.

"Ah, hello Miss Erato," Dumbledore had just reached them, he was panting slightly. "Forgive me dear, but shouldn't you be on you way to the Great Hall for dinner?"

Falerina blushed.

"Yes, I was just on my way," she said, and turning to Lucius, "Thank you for taking time to bring me a letter from my parents. Please, give them my love next time you see them."

"I will," he said, the corner of his mouth turning upwards into a wicked smile, and she walked away from them.

At the end of the corridor, she turned round just in time to see Lucius Malfoy shake hands with Dumbledore. A hand which glove was still wet with her. The thought made her giggle.

Making her way to the Great Hall, she overheard a couple of third-years discussing whether another school for witches and wizards, Durmstrang, was actually situated at the bottom of the sea or not. When they saw Falerina approach, they looked for a while as if they wanted to ask her, but she put on a menacing look and they rightfully left her alone.

Everyone at this school knew by now that she had been a Durmstrang student, since she was five. Her parents, the last of the Erato-family, tracing their roots back to ancient Greece, had sent her away just after her fifth birthday, and she'd seen them about once a year if she was lucky. They did not care much for children, Adorada and Merovech Erato. They had only gotten her so that they had an heir. And them being rich, she wanted her inheritance. She would already get a hundred thousand Galleons when she turned twenty one. One of her uncles, whom she'd never met, had left it too her after being killed by an Auror. But in his will, the bastard had requested that she'd study her seventh and final year at Hogwarts. So here she was. And she got sorted into Gryffindor at a private ceremony in Dumbledore's office. He, and she, had felt that it would be unseemly for a seventh year to be sorted in the Great Hall with the first years.

Everyone had thought she'd be sorted into Slytherin, but the hat wanted it differently. Which was okay, thinking about it now, it would be strange spending time in the same common room as Draco Malfoy. Gryffindor was alright though, people usually let her alone if she asked them to piss off. She had learned from a couple of red-haired twins, from a poor and dirty family apparently, that there was a room called the Come and Go Room, which could be used for studying or whatever she wished. She'd learnt about it last week, and had used it every night since. When it came to magic, she was very well advanced, but she didn't flaunt it. That would lead to questions, and she didn't want that. She had been working on how to become an Animagus when she left Durmstrang, and she had finally found a place where she could continue her work.

Entering the Great Hall, she instinctively clutched her wand pocketed in her robe. It was a wonderful wand, nine inches of hawthorn containing the hair of a succubus. People were turning their heads when she came to sit down at the end of the Gryffindor table, alongside the other seventh years. Diona Muffler smirked at her, and at the Slytherin table, she swore she could see Draco scowling at her. 'So what,' she thought, 'He's an eleven year old brat, doubt even his father likes him that much.'

"Well, Falerina, we have all heard," Diona was looking at her from the opposite side of the table. "You were seen with him. From the courtyard."

"Yes. I know," Falerina replied.

"So you're not denying that you were seeing him?"

"We met as he was leaving Dumbledore's office, which was a lucky thing really, because he was bringing me a letter from my mother." She fished out her folded notes on Animagus transformations and waved them in the air before putting them back in the bag and focusing on what was on her plate.

Diona looked as if she wanted to say more, but didn't really have time as a poorly dressed red-haired first year almost smashed Falerinas face down onto the plate in a clumsy effort to get past her, and Falerina let out a stream of swearing, most of it in other languages than English (to stop teachers taking points from her). The kid went red, and stuttered something. His friend, a nerdy looking boy with a scar on his head told him to keep on walking. And they did.

"Harry Potter," mumbled Clarimunda. "weird having him here, I mean, he's famous and all."

"Yes, he got blasted on the head with a curse when he was a baby, give the scarhead a medal." Falerina had grown tired of all the talk this Potter kid. Sure, she knew the story and all, but honestly, he was no better than a muggle. And that friend of his: clumsy, stupid and dressed in rags. And to complete the trio: the mud blood with the big front teeth. A know-it-all that when proclaiming all her "knowledge" loudly in the common room made Falerina want to take off her shoe and smack her in the head with it, hoping she'd go unconscious. But when she though about it, why resort to muggle violence, when she was pretty sure she disliked her enough to do an Unforgivable one on her. Little bitch.

After dinner, Falerina went up to the seventh floor and found the Come and Go Room. She was practising her patronus charm. Waving her wand slightly, thinking about sex, she said: "Expecto Patronus!" And a silvery stream of light pored out of her wand and took the shape of a large polar bear. It walked a couple of times around her, shakings its fur, before it disappeared. The first time she had done the patronus charm successfully had been in her fifth year at Durmstrang. She'd been surprised when she'd seen it take the shape of a polar bear. She didn't know that they had any magical powers at all, but now, she'd grown to love her patronus, almost like a pet. She hoped she'd make it growl one day.

The headmaster at Durmstrang, Karkaroff, had taught her everything he knew when it came to spells, which was nice of him, surely, but she would have liked it better to figure it all out on her own. And Lucius had told her that Karkaroff had been one of them Death Eaters. Falerina knew that Lucius had been one too, although he didn't tell her. Falerina expected Karkaroff to be nice to her only so he could spend more time looking at her ass, and Lucius, well, Lucius was just gorgeous, wasn't he? He was allowed to do anything.

Stepping out of the Come and Go Room, vaguely thinking about what had happened earlier that day and keeping an eye and an ear out for any teachers, professors or that scabby Mrs. Norris, she almost tripped over her own pet. Falerina owned a cat, Alecto, and it was an escape artist. No matter how securely she locked that cat in, it always found a way out. She knelt down and scooped Alecto up into her arms, kissing its fur. Alecto was a graceful cat with black and grey stripes and dark red eyes. She'd named it Alecto, "She who does not rest", because of its habit of escaping and wandering off by itself all the time.

Now, it was purring in her arms, as she hurried towards the gryffindor common room. Halfway there, she ran into professor Snape who stopped her.

"Miss Erato, a word please"

"Yes, professor, what is it?" In her arms, Alecto had stopped purring and was looking up at Snape.

"There are rumours going around in Slytherin House," he looked around to see if anyone else were listening, "that you are... are... erm...seeing Lucius Malfoy."

Falerina pretended to look shocked. She dropped Alecto and put her hands to her eyes.

"Oh no," she said. "Not in Slytherin too?!"

"There is talk of it in other houses as well?" Snape looked at her, trying to make his face a bit more sympathetic. Falerina nodded. "Gryffindor?" he asked.

"Yes, in Gryffindor. They have been talking about me for a week, making me out to be some...some... whore!" Now, Falerina let out a tortured sob, and made her eyes water through sheer will.

"I understand. It must be very hard for you. I know the Malfoys are friends of your family, and well, there is no need for anyone to blacken the names of two of the most prestigious families in the country! I will make sure the matter will be dealt with, and" he put a clammy hand on Falerinas shoulder, "never for a moment think that I don't believe in your innocence, even though you're in Gryffindor. I know Lucius, he wouldn't do this. I just wanted to hear if you'd heard these rumours too. Now go on to your rooms."

Falerina started leaving him, but turned around after two steps and asked: "What about Draco? These rumours... well, I know I can deal with it, but Draco is so young! It must be so hard for him when people in Slytherin are saying these foul things about his father."

"Yes, well, tell no one this miss Erato, but he has suffered a great deal from it. Crying in the back of my potions room after class and so on. So I'm putting a stop to this, mark my words."

"Thank you, professor."

Falerina walked off, feeling Snape's eyes in her neck, thinking he was a very gullible fool. And Draco, crying on his shoulder after potions? That miserable little turnip. He should learn to suck it up. Alecto was waiting for her in front of the portrait of the Fat Lady. They stepped inside the common room, Falerina receiving a glare each from Diona and Clarimunda. Alecto hissed at them before they both went up to the girls dormitories.