Falerina was dead fucking tired the next morning when Diona and Clarimunda woke her up. Still wearing her dirty clothes, soiled with Floo Powder and ashes, her hair not completely dry from last nights shower, Falerina got up wishing she'd taken the time to clean herself up before falling asleep. Clarimunda looked at her with big eyes.

"What the hell happened to you!?!"

"I couldn't sleep last night, so I went for a walk." Falerina started washing her face, trying to recall the spell that could get rid of the bags underneath her eyes. "I walked around the grounds for a while. Nearly got caught by Hagrid."

"You better get ready in a hurry, breakfast is almost over."

"Yeah, and how do get out unnoticed at night?" Diona handed Falerina a clean blouse.

"I follow my cat."

Together the girls walked downstairs to the Great Hall. When they'd sat down, Falerina clapped her hands and a plate filled with fresh fruits and sushi appeared in front of her. It had taken Falerina three weeks to suss out the entrance to the kitchen here at Hogwarts, she had had to bribe Alecto with a dead rat to find it for her. At Durmstrang, she had gotten used to food completely different to that at Hogwarts. At Durmstrang they would eat lots of fish, and frequently they'd go out hunting. She was used to eating raw meat and otherwise fresh fruit. She didn't like her vegetables cooked too much either. So after finding the kitchen she'd made a special deal with the stinking house-elves working there. They would now make her anything she asked for. Simple creatures.

"How can you eat all that raw fish? It's disgusting," Diona wrinkled her nose.

"Actually, it's healthy. And it's rather good too. You should try some." Falerina shoved a piece over to Diona's plate.

"Urkh. No way!"

Clarimunda was chugging down her third glass of pumpkin juice.

"But the raw meat you insist on eating every now and then is worse. Why do you do that? I'll never get used to eating next to you when you eat something virtually still breathing."

"In many wizard cultures around the world it is believed that there is more vital energy preserved in uncooked foods, such as raw meat. And as I've told you, it's what I'm used to." Falerina pointed a fork over at Diona. "By the way, I think that peanut butter and jelly thing you insist on stuffing your face with is disgusting."

They were in the middle of discussion the pointlessness of the day's Quidditch match between Slytherin and Hufflepuff when the mail came in. Two owls landed in front of Falerina, one of them belonged to Lucius and was carrying a parcel, the other was a very quick owl that belonged to her father. Her father had written her a short note.

"Damn!" Falerina swore in several languages, making Clarimunda look up from her Witch Weekly, question marks in her eyes.

"What?"

"My parents are coming along to watch the Quidditch today. And I have to join them."

She picked up her stuff and went to the girls bathroom for some privacy. After stupefying Moaning Myrtle, she opened up the package from Lucius. She had no idea what it was. Some pink rubbery squidgy thing with some elastic bands on it. Lucius had left a letter in the box the thing came in, and she hoped there'd be an explanation of what it was in there somewhere.

Falerina,

You must be wondering what it is I've just sent you. Well, last week I was walking around in muggle London and came across the most interesting shop I have ever visited. They sold saucy lingerie, whips, chains and so on, but most interesting was the assortment of vibrating equipment manufactured to give women pleasure. I asked around for a bit and decided to buy this one for you. You once told me you like the colour pink. Muggles called this one "The Butterfly."

Muggles need something called batteries to make it work, but I've enchanted it, so it will work with magic. Also, it is remote control. It will only work when I say so. I'm sure you've figured out how to put it on by now. Sounds like fun, doesn't it?

I'll see you next weekend,

Lucius.

Right. Well, she doubted it would work, but if it did, at least it could help spice up the Quidditch game. Falerina put the thing on, underneath her panties. It felt a bit uncomfortable, but she was surprised to find out how easily she could walk around without it hindering her in anyway. But now, off to see the game. It would start in fifteen minutes.

Hurrying off towards the pitch, she asked herself why her parents had decided to show up at Hogwarts. She knew they didn't care about Quidditch anymore than she did, and she also knew they didn't come because they had an interest in knowing how she was doing at school. So what was it? The only thing she could think of was their reputation as parents. They had to come see her at least once before the exams, to show everyone how much they cared for their daughter. Or something like that. Or maybe it was business. Many wealthy parents came to see their children play Quidditch, the stand on which professors and visitors sat was the beginning of many a good deal. Marriages between families had also been arranged up there. Lucius' and Narcissa's for instance.

Professor Snape bumped into her, literally, as she headed out the door and onto the grounds. Don't think that was a coincidence, she thought.

"Miss Erato. Glad you're here. Your parents have already gone up to sit with the other visitors, they'd like for you to be there as well," he looked down on her and straightened his clothes.

"Right. Well, we shouldn't be late," Falerina said and mounted the stairs.

As she reached the top, she saw her father, Merovech Erato, and her mother, Adorada Erato, sitting calmly on their seats chatting happily to some wizard sitting next to them. Falerina let out a small giggle. The wizard her father was talking to was none other than Mr. Smolder, and his face went absolutely purple when he saw Falerina. He knew about her and Lucius, and he could never tell anyone. How funny was that?

She walked over to Merovech, giving him a kiss on the cheek, and then did the same with her mother. Snape was sitting down on the row behind them, greeting her parents casually.

"Falerina, my sweet, sit down next to me," Adorada said.

"Thank you, mother," Falerina replied and sat down.

"Oh but leave some room, Narcissa will be here any minute."

"Narcissa Malfoy?"

"Yes, she's here to see her son, Draco. She was a bit disappointed when he told her he'd rather see the game with his friends rather then here with here, but the boy needs to grow up and distance himself, I guess."

Right, Falerina thought.

"She is here alone? Is not Mr. Malfoy with her?"

"No, he had some business or something. Ask your father, they had drinks together at the House last night."

"Oh, no that's ok. I was just wondering."

At that point, Narcissa turned up. She was wearing a very unflattering dress the colour of fuchsia, probably ordered directly from the bimbo circle of hell, and her too-thin hair falling down her shoulders. Nothing like Lucius's lovely hair. Nothing like it at all. And what was with that lipstick? The shade of puke.

"Mrs. Malfoy, how lovely to see you again!" Falerina put on her best smile, and as she did, Lucius's magical butterfly got activated. Luckily, it didn't make a sound, but it caught Falerina completely off guard, and made her jump in her seat.

"Young miss Erato," Narcissa gave her a cold smile. Clearly, she had not forgotten about the rumours a few months back. "It's been a while. Haven't seen you since last summer."

"Yes, the party my parents threw for me. Here too see your son, my mother tells me," Falerina positively beamed up at Narcissa, the butterfly strapped to her private parts sending vibrations of pure bliss through her entire body.

Trying to keep up some form of conversation with her mother and Narcissa was a bit more difficult than usual, she had to bite down on her lip to stop her from giving the game away. The game. That was what it was. Falerina was certain Lucius was watching her in some way, and that he was playing with her. The butterfly would work for a couple of minutes, then stop just at that moment when Falerina would close her eyes and bite down on her lip even more. Sometimes it wouldn't work for what seemed like ages. It was torment to sit there with Narcissa, forced to watch quidditch and waiting for the butterfly to start up again. Lucius was going to get it.

After the match, Adorada and Merovech talked to a few of Falerina's professors, who all assured them Falerina was doing more than well. Then they said goodbye, quickly, eager to get away it seemed. Away from me, and back to your own lives, Falerina thought.

Heading back inside the castle, Falerina met Narcissa again. She was hugging Draco, making a tearful farewell. Draco was obviously fighting tears as well, struggling to keep his watery eyes away from the looks of passing students.

The butterfly was buzzing happily between Falerina's legs again as she approached them. Every step she took towards Narcissa and Draco brought her closer to climax. It was the most amazing thing. She was absolutely sure Lucius was watching this from somewhere.

"Mrs. Malfoy," Falerina walked up to her with what must have been the biggest smile in the world, her face slightly flushed and her breath quicker than usual, eyes becoming blurry. "And Draco. I just thought I'd say goodbye before you left. Nice match wasn't it?"

Actually, Falerina couldn't even remember who'd won, but never mind that. Draco wiped his eyes on his sleeve when he thought no one was watching, then proceeded to scowl at Falerina.

"Miss. Erato. Yes, delightful day. I'll be off in a minute, just saying goodbye to my son." Narcissa was smiling weakly at Falerina.

"Yes, well, goodbye then Mrs. Malfoy," Falerina stretched out her hand, but to her surprise, Narcissa didn't take it. Instead she drew Falerina closer and gave her a long, warm hug.

"I have to make an apology to you miss Erato. I once believed... well... you know there was some talking about you and my... my husband a few months ago, and I have to confess that I believed them. I am so sorry. Talking to you and your mother on the stand today has made me realize that I was wrong..." Narcissa was no clutching Falerina's hands.

"Mrs. Malfoy... really, I understand..." Falerina began.

"No, I have to apologize, all the time, I was thinking only about myself. I can't imagine what you must have gone through. But I was only thinking about myself... blaming you for everything. And it was all wrong."

Here it comes, Falerina thought.

"Those rumours were untrue. Nasty. I know now that you could never have done such a thing. You are too sweet, to charming a young lady. And my husband..."

Goddamn, will she ever stop talking!? Falerina was on the verge of orgasm, her knees were all wobbly, and threatened to fold over any minute.

"Well, my husband is a man of honour. I am so sorry, miss Erato. "

"I accept you apology, don't worry about it," Falerina said quickly, she had to get away from that horrible cow and her little troll-spawn before she came and would cry out or something like that. But no. Narcissa drew her close once more, and as she gave Falerina a second hug, Falerina's cunt broke out into spasm. She had to hug Narcissa rather tightly, holding on for dear life as the waves of the climax rolled through her body.

It was simply wonderful. The fact that an unlawfully enchanted muggle-thingy had done this to her was one thing, second, she had just had a Lucius induced orgasm right in front of his wife and son. Life was fucking sweet.

"Thank you, Falerina." Narcissa was smiling at her, unable to notice how rosy Falerina's cheeks had become. "But I really must be going. Lucius is waiting for me at the Manor."

"No worries, Mrs. Malfoy. Safe journey home."

Falerina started walking towards the north tower,

stopping at the girls lavatories to take the butterfly off. Back in the common room, she wrote a small note to Lucius using Diona's owl without asking.

Lucius Malfoy,

Thank you for the muggle-thingy, it worked like a fucking charm (no pun intended). But I have to ask you; could you see me? Because when I finally came, it was in front of your snivelling bitch wife and your son, Draco. In fact, Narcissa was giving me a hug at the crucial moment. Was that intended?

if it was on purpose, you are quite possibly the most wicked wizard I have ever come across, which is a good thing, and if you didn't do it on purpose, then the universe is a very funny place indeed.

However, the butterfly is nothing compared to your touch, so I'll be expecting you in person not too long. Dream something up that we can do in the Come and Go Room.

F.E.