The Bird Having Flown

A/N This is a re-hash of a former story of mine published here. Falling Starr. My beta and a couple of friends didn\'t like the ending and all gave me their ideas for a better way to continue the story. I was quite happy that I\'d finally finished a story, but there you go. This story will probably just ramble on, but I\'ll make sure I put lots of sex in it ( \'cos I can... ), and never end. I\'ll just get fed up with it. I don\'t have an ending planned so if anyone can see where it\'s going and can help, I\'ll be happy to hear from you. I\'m not allowed to kill anybody this time...
Nocturnali xxx
PS : The first three chapters are the same as in \'Falling Starr\'.

Disclaimer : I own some stuff, but not ( cries ) Lucius Malfoy. Neither do I own anything else you may recognise from JKR\'s books. They\'re all hers, and I hope she\'s good to them...and doesn\'t kill anybody else that I love. I make no money from any of this. In fact I lose money - electricity costs, internet costs, the price of coffee - well, you get the picture. Starr is mine, that\'s why I thought I could do with her as I wanted...

Thanx to MegaB, my beta. This is your fault. And Angie\'s and Genie\'s.

Warnings : Non - con sex, femmeslash, implied slash ( for now ).


The Bird Having Flown...

Chapter one....

One final look in the mirror and Starr considered herself ready to go downstairs.
Guests were already arriving for Harry and Draco’s wedding. She was very curious to
see who was here...and apprehensive. Draco’s mother, Narcissa, was going to be
arriving at some stage during the afternoon. Lucius had assured her that, while
Narcissa was aware he had a mistress, she had no idea who it was. This assurance
didn’t make Starr feel any better about being in the company of her lover’s estranged
wife.
“Are you wearing anything under that dress?” An amused voice from the doorway to
the adjoining room startled her. Lucius was standing behind her before she’d even
had the opportunity to answer him. His hands were on her body, warm through the
silk of the dress. His thumbs ran over her nipples, teasing them to hard peaks.
“Mmmm, no bra.” The soft words in her ear sent shivers of desire through her. She
leaned back against him as his hands ventured lower, over her hips and, finding the
high split in the skirt, caressed her thigh, finally slipping between her legs. “Nothing
at all...” he murmured and bit the back of her neck softly. It was left so temptingly
bare, just a few stray curls escaping the elaborate hairstyle that she and Hermione had
been working on earlier in the morning. While one hand stroked between her legs the
other untied the bow at the back of her neck. The dress slithered down her body,
ending up in a violet pool at her feet. “Don’t worry, I won’t disturb your hair.” He
pushed her gently over the dressing table and continuing to caress her, undid the
fastenings of his trousers, letting them fall around his ankles. His hands held her hips
while his cock pushed against her and she exhaled. “Don’t tease.”
He laughed and sank his length into her. She gasped, pushing back against his thrusts.
He was slamming into her, his climax building fast. She dared to lift one hand from
the dressing table and reached back to move his hand from her hip to between her
legs. His fingers flicked her clitoris, and he felt the shivers shoot through her. He
rubbed it hard with two fingers, feeling her body tense. She screamed and came,
convulsing around him, causing him to climax, emptying himself into her. He pulled
out of her, turned her around and kissed her, finishing up by biting and sucking on her
neck. His breathing gradually returned to normal. “Get dressed.” he pulled his
trousers up and refastened them, watching her walk gracefully across the room to
retrieve her dress. The silk felt cold now against her body and she turned her back to
Lucius so he could retie the bow that kept the dress on. A few extra escaped curls,
flushed cheeks, two bites on her neck and erect nipples visible under her dress.
Lucius smiled and brushed her mouth with a kiss. “You look beautiful.”
“Thankyou.” She just hoped he remembered that when faced with his wife and all the
other beautiful women that would be there.
Another kiss and his hands stroking her bare back, then he was gone. She slipped her
stiletto heeled shoes on, tying the leather strips around her ankles and left the
bedroom. She met Hermione and Ginny in the room where the wedding was to take
place. Hermione, looking radiant in the fourth month of her pregnancy, was wearing
a pale blue strapless dress and Ginny was beautiful in a simple dark green silk singlet
and skirt. “Slytherin green Ginny? Which one of Draco’s wicked friends have you
got your eye on?”
Ginny blushed prettily, but didn’t deny the accusation. “Just keep your eyes open.
You’ll know it when you see him.” Hermione laughed. Her eyes widened as she
looked at Starr. “What are you wearing under that dress?”
Starr laughed and blushed. “Nothing, as Lucius just found out.”
Ginny and Hermione exchanged glances and Hermione shook her head, looking over
at Lucius, who was socialising with some ministry officials. “He looks bored.”
“He looks great.” Ginny spoke up.
Starr looked over at him. “Yes, to both.”
He looked over the shoulders of the men he was talking to and his eyes locked with
Starr’s. She smiled and his gaze raked her body, an almost imperceptible smile
appearing briefly, before his attention was once again claimed by the other men.
After a few brief words, all four of the men turned to look at the three girls and
smiled, agreeing with whatever Lucius had said.
Ginny looked around the room. “I’m surprised at the amount of people here.”
Starr agreed. Some of the people looked very influential. There were some of the
Hogwarts teachers, many of the students, family and friends of the Malfoys, Ron’s
family and friends of Harry’s. Draco and Harry had been worried at the reaction of
everyone to their marriage, but it seemed that their worries were unfounded.
Everyone appeared to be accepting it. She supposed it was fairly high profile. The
Boy Who Lived and the Malfoy heir. Quite a powerful combination.
“Do you know what Narcissa Malfoy looks like?” Starr asked Hermione. “Is she
here yet?”
Hermione shook her head. “Not yet. Apparently she likes to make a grand entrance.”
“Is she beautiful?”
Hermione shrugged. “Yes...in a way.”
Starr nodded, looked up and saw two women enter the room. Both tall and slim with
blonde hair, they were obviously sisters.
“That’s her.” whispered Hermione. “The one on the left, in green.”
Starr’s heart sank as she and everyone else watched the woman. She was stunning.
Her perfectly styled blonde hair, flawless complexion and make up, perfect body in a
figure hugging, very expensive designer dress made Starr feel like a little girl playing
dress-ups. Her cold blue eyes swept the room, stopping when they reached her
husband. “Lucius...darling...” she drifted over to him and kissed his lips, her tinkling
laughter reaching Starr.
“Oh my God. Look at her. She’s perfect.” Starr took a deep breath. “Look how
classy she is. I feel like a scruffy little kid.” She turned away when Lucius’ arm slid
around Narcissa’s waist, his hand resting possessively on her hip. “Fuck, I didn’t
think it’d hurt this much.”
Lucius led Narcissa past the girls. Her gaze flicked over them. “Lucius, what pretty
little girls. Are they Draco’s friends, or Harry’s?”
Lucius didn’t even look at them. “If they’re pretty, Narcissa, they must be Gryffindor
girls. The Slytherin girls aren’t noted for their beauty.”
Starr watched him and brushed tears off her cheeks impatiently. Ginny touched her
arm, a comforting gesture that Starr appreciated. Hermione reached into her clutch
bag for a tissue and gently dabbed the smudged mascara from Starr’s eyes. “No more
tears.” she smiled. “I’ve heard Narcissa’s a bit of a bitch. You don’t want her to see
you crying over her husband.”
“Yeah...I know. It’s just...” she shook her head.
Hermione nodded. “Here comes Sirius.”
“Ladies. Please allow me to escort you to your seats. Starr, are you okay?”
Starr mumbled something but refused to look at her father in case he should see that
she’d been crying. The relationship between Lucius and Sirius was still strained,
neither appreciated the other being involved in Starr’s life. She felt Sirius’ hand on
her back as he ushered them toward the front of the room. It suddenly dawned on
Starr that, as Sirius was Harry’s godfather, they’d be sitting at the very front, on the
same level as the Malfoys. She hesitated and turned, intending to leave. Not wanting
to see Lucius and Narcissa playing ‘happy families’. Unfortunately, Snape was right
behind her. Their eyes met and he raised an eyebrow in question at her strange
behaviour. She looked down and turned back to Sirius, who was also concerned,
continuing her way to their seats and the worst afternoon of her life. Once she was
seated next to him, Sirius looked at Starr. “What was that about?”
She shook her head. “Nothing.”
He leaned back in his chair, casually, and stretched his long legs out in front of him.
Starr thought he’d finished questioning her and relaxed, trying to ignore Narcissa’s
voice coming from the other side of her. “Please tell me you’re wearing underwear.”
Sirius’ voice startled her.
“It’s a bit late for you to be telling me how to dress, isn’t it?”
“It appears someone has to. It looks like you forget certain items.”
She glared at him, then looked away, straight at Narcissa, who was watching her. “Is
that Sirius Black’s daughter. I haven’t seen her since she was a baby. Remember,
darling.” She touched Lucius’ thigh in an intimate gesture.
Lucius glanced across at Starr. His eyes held no emotion, no indication that he knew
her intimately, no hint of the passion they’d shared half an hour ago. He nodded
absently and spoke softly to his wife. She in turn looked at Starr again. “Well, she
probably is popular with the boys. She’s very pretty and her father was a bit of a devil
in his day.”
Narcissa’s comments made Starr realise that the woman was at least seventeen years
older than her, but it also brought home the fact that Lucius was twenty two years her
senior. He’d seen her when she was a baby. She wondered when.
“You promised me your latest mistress would be here.” Narcissa had dismissed Starr
as of little importance, and moved on to another topic. “All I see are school girls and
some of our closest friends.”
“Maybe, then, you’ll never find out.”
Narcissa laughed, not at all fazed by that. “Oh, I’ll find out. Someone here will
know.”
Starr couldn’t hear Lucius’ reply, but it made Narcissa laugh again. She was fed up,
watching Lucius and Narcissa together. They didn’t love each other, it was all just a
show for everyone else. “Excuse me.” she mumbled to her father and Remus and
walked quickly from the room, passing Harry and Draco.
“Starr.” Harry called. “Where you going?”
She stopped and turned to face them, glaring at Draco, who took a step back at her
venomous look.
She closed her eyes and smiled weakly. “Sorry, it’s not your fault.”
“What’s not?”
“Your parents...” she shook head.ead. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll deal with it.”
“Are you coming back in?” Harry asked. “We want you there.”
“No, I’ll...um...watch from here. I can’t go back in there and watch her pawing at
him.”
Draco laughed. “She’s still his wife. She likes that. None of the problems, she gets
to have her...er
...lovers and she gets to show off with him on her arm when the occasion calls for it.”
“But they don’t even live together. Everyone knows it’s a sham.”
He shrugged. “That’s just the way it is.”
Starr nodded. “Get in there, get this done.” She hugged them. “Good luck. Love
you...both.”
She watched them walk to the front of the room, then moved out of the line of vision
when she noticed Sirius, Snape and Narcissa looking at her. She walked away from
the room and sat on the stairs. She’d always thought stairs were a good place to sit
and think. How often was this going to happen? How long was Narcissa going to
stay? She knew Lucius had a mistress. Was she going to be malicious and stay
overnight. Many of the other guests would be staying, so it wouldn’t seem unusual.
And if she did stay, would she sleep with Lucius. He’d told Starr that Narcissa hadn’t
spent the night with him very often when they were together, but she knew, deep
down, that Narcissa wouldn’t wanm spm spending the night with his mistress either.
Starr knew she didn’t want to stay around if Narcissa was going to be hanging off
Lucius’ arm all night.
“So, this is where you’ve been hiding yourself for the past year.” Snape’s voice came
from the bottom of the stairs. “Are the rumours true?”
She shrugged. “You know me. Probably.”
“You missed your final year of school to be Lucius Malfoy’s...toy. Was...is it worth
it?”
She nodded. “Most of the time.”
“She’ll never divorce him. She likes being a Malfoy too much.”
“I don’t care.”
Snape actually laughed. “That’s why you’re out here.”
“No. I...er...needed some air. It was gettino too hot.”
“Allow me to escort you bakk in there then?”
Starr smiled. Snape could be very charming when he wanted to be. He probably had
quite a fan club amongst the female students, not that any of them would ever admit
to it. She was almost tempted to tikm him up on his offer, imagining ho displeased
both Sirius and Lucius would be. And there would be nothing Lucius could do about
it, not until Narcissa left anyway.
“No thankyou. We’d only disrupt the ceremony. It’ll be over soon.”
“Harry wants you in there.”
“No!” she took a deep breath. “Oh God. I didn’t think it would be this bad. She
doesn’t even love him and I’ve got to watch her hanging all over him and pretend that
it doesn’t bother me.”
“She’s only doing it to make Lucius’ mistress jealous. She’s got no idea who it is and
it’s driving her crazy. You’ll give yourself away, though, if you continue this
beha~iour. She’s not stupid.”
“Yes she is. She left him.”
“Don’t underestimate her. She(may not want him, but she doesn’t want anyone else
to have him either. It’s a little game they play, and I can’t believe you’re letting them
play it with you.”
“What choice do I have? I lhim.him...and I think I’m pregnant.”
Snape closed his eyes. Stupid girl. “Stand up.” he placed his hand on her belly,
spoke a simple incantation and nodded. “Yes, you are. You were taught so many
ways to stop that from happening. Do you want something to get rid of it?” He didn’t
know why he’d asked that question, he knew what her answer would be.
She looked at him as if he was crazy. “No.”