She did not know how Snape had done it, but already at breakfast next Saturday morning, no one so much as looked at her. Snape was having breakfast besides professor Squirrel, and when he saw he, gave her a small nod, which she returned.
She sat down by herself, but while she was helping herself to some pumpkin juice, Diona Muffler and Clarimunda Admeta had sat down on either side of her looking like two very sorry dogs. How these two came to be purebloods was anyones guess, they acted like muggles ever so often and were so stupid they deserved awards for it. And, thought Falerina, their stupidity is the reason they are sitting next to me looking remorseful.
"What?" she said after a while.
"Well," started Clarimunda. "we..."
"We wanted to say we're sorry!" Diona blurted it out. "Professor Snape talked to us and several other students about how none of those rumours were true, that no one in the Malfoy family, or in yours, would ever do anything like that."
"And we're sorry" continued Clarimunda. Then, blushing: "and we really need help with our Arithmancy essays due Monday..."
Falerina could see Diona elbow Clarimunda in the side. These two girls were the saddest people she'd ever met. "I will think about it." she replied.
"Also, Snape told us that your family is even older than the Blacks? Is that true?" Clarimundas eyes widened.
"Yes, we can trace our family all the way to ancient Greece, a place called Arcadia. Said to be the home of the worlds first werewolves and the happiest place on the planet."
Diona and Clarimunda let out short "wow"s and "ooh"s. "We didn't know, you know?" Diona said,
"Why didn't you tell us?"
"Because," Falerina said slowly, "you didn't ask. Now, I'm going to go study. As for your Arithmancy, ask me later." She swallowed down the last of the pumpkin juice and left the Great Hall.
Mail was coming. The fluttering of wings and ruffling of feathers from about fifty owls were heard in the hall. A brown owl dropped a letter and a copy of the Daily Prophet in Falerina's lap. Not much new was happening in the wizarding world, but Lucius was writing to her again. He wrote her name with such a delicate hand.
Clarimunda and Diona had also gotten letters, so while they were busy reading theirs, Falerina thought it might be safe to read hers, but decided against it in the end. She'd read it in the library instead.
The library was always empty on Saturdays, only Falerina bothered to hang out among the shelves of dusty books. Once, she'd even found a book containing erotic literature, that wasn't even in the restricted section. She'd stolen it, of course, wondering how it had gotten into the school library, and she'd laughed out loud when she'd opened it, for on the first page it read: "Property of: Cestus Erato." Cestus was Falerina's great-great-great-grandmother, a feisty, young witch who'd run off to Marseille at the age of twenty to work in a fancy brothel. It had been quite a scandal, and not something the Erato Family liked to talk about.
Alone on the library floor, back against a bookshelf, she opened the letter. Lucius only used the best ink and paper, being the rich Malfoy that he was:
Falerina Erato,
I am coming to Hogwarts tomorrow, to punish you for not having sent me any letters these past few weeks. We will be needing a room. See to it. Meet me at the changing stairs by noon.
Lucius Malfoy.
Oh dear, she thought. Punishment? Tomorrow will be great.
The rest of that Saturday was spent waiting for Sunday. Whenever Diona or Clarimunda tried to engage her in conversation, Falerina didn't respond, lost in her own thoughts.
After what was possibly the longest night in Falerina's life, Sunday morning arrived. Breakfast was unavoidable, but finally the time came to sneak off with Lucius. He was already waiting by the stairs when she arrived. Falerina wanted to jump right into his arms, but stopped in her tracks when she saw the look on his face.
"You have found a suitable room?"
"Yes, it's located on the seventh floor, it's called the Come and Go Room. These two twins..."
"Oh I will come alright," he laughed and took a firm hold of her arm, yanking her along up the stairs. She was sure to get a bruise from this. When Falerina tried to complain, he told her to be silent.
"I am in a really lousy mood today. I have just been to see Dumbledore, and he's such a muggle-loving old git, I could use a Strangulation Spell on him any day. And Draco. Draco isn't doing as well as he should," Lucius had stopped and looked right at her. "And I am going to take it all out on you, miss Erato, so I hope you're up for it!"
Falerina was definetely up for it, she loved it when he was a bit on the angry side, calling her
"Miss Erato." total turn-on.
She showed him the entrance to the Come and Go Room and explained its use. He was very bemused. He walked around the room for a while, uttering words too low for Falerina to hear, but everywhere around her things turned up out of nowhere, the room was responding to his requests.
The walls turned black with red drapes, a lot of rope appeared in one corner, soft pillows in another, and on one wall: shiny metal bars. Also, a small table with a bottle of Witchy Wicked Vodka, one magnum flask of Alco's Best Sparkle, a small bucket of ice and an assortment of glasses.
Lucius took off his long, black coat and hung it on the wall next to the door. He approached the table and poured himself a nice shot of vodka. Falerina, on the other hand, unpopped the bottle of Sparkle, and started drinking it from a long-stemmed glass. Lucius stood with his back to her, pouring his third shot of vodka.
"If you are going to drink that, you are going to do it naked." His voice echoed off the walls. He turned slowly, eyes looking straight into hers, making her go all wobbly in the knees. "Well?" There came that eyebrow-raising Falerina was waiting for.
Falerina took one last sip of her glass, handing her glass over to Lucius' gloved hand. She fished out her wand, and started waving it in front of her blouse, unbuttoning it with magic. Falerina often used magic to get herself dressed or undressed, even thought it didn't take less time than doing it the muggle way. She just liked using magic. And Lucius loved her for knowing all these spells for undressing. Found it very amusing.
When blouse and skirt was magicked off into a heap on the floor, Falerina was standing in front of him in simple white cotton panties and bra, white stockings and a girdle with a little lace on it. Lucius signalled for her to stop, and gave her her glass of Sparkle back.
They both sat down on the pillows scattered on the floor. The feel of sating, silk and velvet against her bare skin was more than lovely. Lucius had now taken to sipping his vodka rather than chugging it down. His hand was playing casually with her hair, but even if he did not say anything, Falerina could sense that he was upset, very upset. His shoulders were tense, his eyes were even scarier than usual and his hands were a bit more rough with her hair. Also, he didn't say a word. When they were together, he usually talked lots, about how stupid Narcissa, his cow bitch wife was, the state of the wizard world, how he continued to fool the Ministry of Magic and so on. But not today. He was silent. And so, Falerina was silent as well.
They sat like that for several minutes, saying nothing, just drinking.
"Falerina, get up!" He took her glass of Sparkle, and threw it away.
Falerina got up, and stood in front of him, shivering slightly, she was cold. Lucius drained his glass of vodka, got up, and with a wave of his wand ripped Falerina's underwear off. Her bra and panties tore, something she wasn't too happy about, but this was not the time to complain. Lucius' eyes. Goddamn.
"Accio rope!" his voice rang out, and he caught the bundle of rope with his left hand. Rope in one hand and Falerina in the other, he walked across the room, to where the steel bars were hung. He swiftly tied Falerina up, and she found herself practically hanging off the wall, arms tied above her and her feet barely touching the ground. The rope dug into her wrists and hurt quite a bit. But she did enjoy it. Being tied up by Lucius, his gloved hands touching her skin delicately, his face close to hers, those ruthless eyes.
Even though she'd drunk a fair amount of Sparkle, the pain in her wrists started getting to her, and she squirmed and winced. Lucius ignored it completely. He simply stood two meters away from her, drinking vodka and looking at her. Falerina opened her mouth, about to speak, to tell him he'd have to loosen the ropes a bit, but he moved forwards quickly, placing a hand tightly over her mouth.
"Don't say a word."
Lucius proceeded to touch every inch of her skin, every now and then he would bury his face in her hair. The movement of his hands was like a dance, and his touch so soft, it was like a constant tickle, a stark contrast to the pain in her wrists. This brutal mix of sensation was exactly what Falerina got off on, and she tried to say something several times, but every time she did, he placed his hand over her mouth again and gave her a small pinch, a sharp sting of pain, on her arms, thighs or stomach. After a while, he started pinching her every time she made a sound, or every time she moved. And now he was wearing that wicked smile of his.
Falerina, being the hurricane of emotions she always was, went from overtly excited to pissed off, to confused, to happy and back again in less than a minute. She got wetter by the second. And Lucius, he was playing with her, teasing her, smiling at her.
After a while, noticing how she responded to his treatment of soft touches and pain, Lucius stepped away from her. He pulled out his wand and did a silencing spell on her. Then he poured himself yet another drink. Drink in hand, he walked around the room, casually. Every now and then, he'd stop and look at her, as if watching a piece of art. Falerina was enraged. She was not used to getting strung up like this and then just left there, after she'd been teased until she was more than ready for him, helpless and without being able to utter a sound. Her skin was starting to show faint bruises from where he'd pinched her, a particularly nasty one was growing on the soft flesh of the inside of her thigh. Lucius noticed this too, and he smiled at the anger glowing in her eyes.
"Pissed off, dear? Good," he conjured a small razorblade out of thin air. He was admiring the bruises taking shape on his own private canvas and decided to add some paint to the picture. Before each cut, he would give her a kiss, "X" marks the spot. Again, it was the mix of softness and pain that did it for Falerina. Her anger and rage fading with every kiss and every small cut.
Soon, she had hundreds of tiny rivers gently trickling down her body, like water from melting icicles. Lucius followed the drops of blood with his eyes before stepping back yet again, to get a fuller look at this piece of art. He must have been satisfied, because he undid the silencing spell and cut the ropes, catching a bleeding Falerina in his arms and laid her down on some pillows. There he started licking at her blood, every drop of blood, every inch of skin, lapping it up with his tongue. It was amazing, and something Falerina had never experienced before. And Lucius would once in a while stop long enough to give her a long, deep kiss, a kiss with the taste of her own blood.
He had taken his gloves off, falerina helping him with his shirt and trousers, relishing the look of his firm body. She could see how eager he was, his cock fully erect. But before his cock, his fingers. And his tongue. Making her moan with pleasure. He knew exactly what to do, where to go, how fast and with how much pressure. He was definitely the king of fingerfucking. He still had that ruthless gleam in his eyes, and he would slap her or pinch her if he felt like it. He would do it all of a sudden, surprising her, pissing her off and getting her excited all at the same time.
Forcibly, Lucius turned her over onto her stomach, placed a small cushion underneath her and entered what he sometimes referred to as her "Jade Gate." Falerina dug her fingers into some pillows, as he took hold of her hair, twisting it around his fingers. Again, pain and pleasure. He was fast, brutal, pounding on her G, and she knew she'd have the mother of all orgasms. Her body was super-sensitive after having been treated by Lucius for the better part of an hour and a half.
She'd never been much of a screamer, but when she came that Sunday in the Come and Go Room, she let out a cry that would have frightened the Bandon Banshee. Lucius gave out a small cry as well, as her spasms sent him the last bit of the way.
Naked and still bleeding, Falerina asked for another bottle of Sparkle and a bowl of fresh fruit. Lucius was smiling at her, a lot less tense. He examined her body, looking at the cuts and bruises he'd left there, very amused. And her wrists had large red welts on them.
"Look, what you've done! I'm all the fucking colours of the rainbow!"
"I feel a lot better now, that's all I have to say," he kissed her hand. "I like this room. We must use it again. I will of course, spend every waking hour planning our next meet-up."
"I'm sort of looking forward to it," Falerina looked at her wrists and made a grimace.
When it got close to dinner, they got dressed, reluctantly. Falerina stepped out into the hallway first, making sure no one was there to see them.
"I'll walk you to the Great Hall, I've got some business with Snape to sort out before I leave,"
Approaching the stairs, they could hear hissing and other fierce cat-noises. It was Alecto and Mrs. Norris. The two cats were fighting; hissing, clawing and snapping at each other.
"Alecto! What the fuck!?"
But Alecto wasn't listening.
"That is your cat?" Lucius was laughing. "Hope it fucking kills Mrs. Norris, Filch's cat has been around since my days here, I fucking hate it."
Finally, Alecto got the upper hand (or paw, as it were) on Mrs. Norris, and chased the ragged furball down four stairs and into the hallway. Waiting for Falerina to get down there, Alecto had a triumphant look in her eyes. Falerina picked her up and told her how proud she was. Even Lucius petted Alecto for a second or two.
They parted just outside the Great Hall, right in front of a group os second-year Slytherins who would no doubt start a fresh batch of rumours. Lucius and Falerina made sure they saw nothing more than the two of them saying good-bye to each other.
In the Great Hall, Clarimunda and Diona were waiting for her, arms crossed, eyes big and mouth open.
"Where the hell have you been all day?!? We've been looking all over for you!"
Falerina reassured them she'd help them with their Arithmancy, and Diona said:
"You're bleeding. A lot."
"Oh, Alecto had a fight with Filch's cat, had to separate them. I'll see Madame Pomfrey after dinner."