Draco Malfoy almost choked on his cornflakes when he unfolded the Daily Prophet that morning to find Etta staring out at him from the front page. With him. Bloody Tripp.

The things that prick said about her, about their sex life. It sickened him to read, but he couldn't stop. The thought of him even touching her was hard enough for him to bear. But to have it laid out like this in front of him... it made his insides burn with jealousy.

And then he realised, Etta had been faced with this exact same thing thirteen years previously. She had been forced to accept the fact that he, Draco Malfoy, had not been hers alone. And he suddenly understood why she was finding it so difficult to let go of the pain that he had caused her all those years ago.

Draco hated himself.

But in the meantime, he was going to take it out on that bastard, Tripp. Draco wanted to make him pay for talking about Etta like that - and Albus. Their son. And when he was done teaching him a lesson, he would go and tell Etta that he would do anything to help with Albus, even if it meant Astoria finding out that he had fathered another child. He would do anything.

He owed her that at least.

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"Draco,"

As he sat behind her desk, adrenaline still pumping through his veins, Draco found his pulse quickening as it always did when she spoke his name. He took in the sight of her; her long dark hair pulled back in a messy knot, her cheeks flushed pink, those tantalising sparkling green eyes that never failed to arouse him whenever they met his, her luscious red lips which he would often dream about kissing.

She was perfect to him. She had always been, ever since he first saw her properly - when they were just fourteen years old - at that night of the Yule Ball.

And, after all this time, he was still crazy about her.

"You punched him." Her eyes pierced intently into his, and he felt that familiar twitch in his trousers.

"And, as I said," he seized without hesitation. "I would do it again. For you."

Giving a breathless laugh, Etta walked towards him and sat on the opposite side of the desk. It amused Draco to see her look so uncomfortable at being on the visiting side for a change. He knew she usually loved to lord over him from her big boss chair.

But today he was going to do the lording.

"I should thank you, I suppose," she mused, "I'd have half expected you to hate me for it, though, or at least tell me you told me so."

"Well I did tell you so," he smirked, earning himself a fierce glare. "But you didn't deserve that - what that prick said about you. And about Albus."

Draco was horrified to see Etta's face crumple, allowing the pain and fear she so often hid laid bare across her features for him to see.

"Draco, what if he reads it? Or the other students taunt him about it? Albus is going to be horrified! He'll never be able to look at me again!"

"I won't let that happen, Etta. I've already been in contact with Minerva and she has assured me that all incoming owls are being checked and that any sign of that paper will be removed before it can reach a single students hand."

The relief on her face made Draco want to leap over the desk and take her in his arms.

"You did that for me? Draco, I - I can't thank you enough,"

"I'd do anything for you, Etta."

As soon as the words left his lips, he regretted them. Because, of course, he had not done what he should have done all those years ago when he'd believed her words that she did not love him. He had not done as he should have done when they had found each other again and indulged in an affair instead of leaving his wife.

Their eyes met and Draco felt his whole body react to her. He wanted her so much he didn't think he would be able to stand up.

"You're a good mother, you know," he murmured thickly, his voice hoarse with longing.

But she shook her head sadly, and Draco found his heart twisting upon witnessing the tears swimming in her eyes.

"No, I'm not, I allowed that man to bully me into separating my son from his only friend, who - by the way - doesn't know he's his brother due to the fact that I selfishly fucked his married best friend's father thirteen years ago."

"Etta, don't-"

"It's true though! This all started because I got involved with a man who wasn't mine to have."

She was getting fierce again, he noted; blocking herself against him like she always did when this subject came up. But he wasn't going to allow her to push him away anymore.

"You know it was more complicated than that - it wasn't just some sordid affair, Etta - it was more than that."

"You're sure right about that," she snapped, "it was you getting everyone pregnant left, right and centre!"

Draco flinched at her words.

"And I loathe myself for my actions. I should never have treated you or Astoria like that. But I did love you, Etta - I still do. You know I do, and I'd do anything to make it up to you. It kills me that I missed out on our son's life, it kills me that I have wasted all these years being apart from y- Etta? Where are you going?"

For she had stood up midway through his speech and crossed the room to the door, yanking it open.

"Thank you, Draco, for defending my honour, but I'd like you to leave now." She gestured coolly towards the hallway outside, not looking at him.

Draco angrily stood up and strode around the desk. Instead of leaving though, he forced the door out of her grip and closed it back shut. Etta folded her arms, glaring up at him furiously.

"I'm not leaving," he said firmly. "Not when there are things you and I need to discuss."

"There is nothing to discuss, you came here to do what you had to do, and now it's time for you to leave and for me to get on with my work."

"I'm not going anywhere, Etta."

"I'll drag you out myself if I have to."

"I love you, Etta. I love you and I'm not leaving until you admit that you love me too."

"Get out." Her voice was cold, matching her expression.

"No."

"I don't love you."

"I don't believe you."

"You're married."

"I know, I'm sorry."

The iciness in her eyes thawed, giving Draco a glimmer of hope.

"Draco, I can't-"

"Yes, you can, just tell me you love me."

"It's not enough if I do."

"It's enough for now... for me."

"Draco, I- I-"

But he couldn't bear it any longer. He reached out and pulled her roughly to him, crushing her lips with his own. She responded straight away, as he knew she would, her muffled whimper vibrating against his tongue as he cupped a hand to her neck and hungrily deepened the kiss.

His body was so hard for her and he wanted her immediately - he could not wait any longer. His urgent need to be inside of her was like nothing he had ever experienced before.

Without breaking the kiss, his hands moved down to her sides, lifting her off her feet as he slammed her back hard against the door. He could not help but groan into her mouth as she curled her legs around his waist and clenched her thighs, a small gasp of pleasure resounding in the back of her throat as she felt just how much he wanted her.

Bunching up her skirt around her waist, he moved his hand between their bodies and slipped his fingers inside her underwear, his breath catching at how wet she was for him.

He broke the kiss, panting heavily as he pressed his forehead down against hers so that he could look into her eyes whilst he pleasured her, remembering exactly how she liked to be touched. He watched as her pupils darkened and expanded, her body shivering and bucking against him; fingers getting wetter, cock growing harder.

And then she was clumsily fumbling at his belt and he was relieved that she appeared to want this as much as he did. Removing his hand from her underwear, he helped her undo his fastenings, almost biting his lip when he sucked in a sharp breath upon feeling her cool slender fingers wrap around his cock, his whole body jolting in exhilaration at her touch.

"Fuck," he rasped, feeling as though he might die from longing as she gently, yet firmly, stroked him with her hand, applying just enough pressure to make his knees buckle dangerously beneath him and cause every single muscle in his body to tauten and shake.

The burn in his lower stomach was becoming unbearable, he ached to be inside of her, to violate every inch of her and pound her into kingdom come. Quite literally.

And, finally, he was pushing slowly into her, savouring the very feel of her, wanting this moment to last forever. To Draco Malfoy, being inside of her was the most exquisite feeling in the world. It took him everything not to explode as he watched her face contort with pleasure, her pupils dilating, never leaving his as he continued to move slowly, afraid of ending too soon, afraid of ending at all.

Her hands began to claw at his back, a mixture of tugging and scraping as she itched to get something she could not reach. Sensing she wanted him to move faster, Draco gave a succession of quick violent thrusts, watching closely as her eyes widened and her lips parted to release silent gasps of delight.

He could feel the pull of a smirk at his lips and, not wanting to infuriate her, he dipped his head and began to nibble at her neck, kissing and nipping the skin gently between his teeth as he continued to thrust into her, easing up before he prematurely reached the point of no return.

Everything about her was so fucking good. Her taste, her smell, her touch. He did not think he would ever be able to get enough of her. And when he flicked open her blouse to reveal a red lacy bra, he had to stop mid thrust before he unintentionally exploded. Fuck, he felt like a teenager all over again.

He kissed the space between her breasts, her skin searingly hot and damp against his cool lips. After peppering more kisses over her chest, he tugged down the cup of her bra with his teeth and caught her nipple in his mouth, flicking it pleasurably beneath his tongue.

Hands grabbed the back of his head, fingers clasping and pulling his hair as she arched her back, small, trembling whimpers humming at the back of her throat. Her reaction made him thrust harder and, as he continued in this fashion, he could feel her impending orgasm.

"Fuck," she gasped, "fuck, fuck, fuck!" And he knew then that she was definitely close, which was good because so was he.

Making sure to pull and suck at her nipple that little bit harder, he drove into her with more force until she became nothing but a whimpering, breathless mess.

"My turn," he growled once she had recovered enough. Her eyes glinting, she squeezed her legs around him in response, bucking up against him, urging him on as he increased the speeds off his thrusts.

His fingers clamped tighter into the flesh of her thighs, aware that he was quite possibly going to leave bruises on her skin, but in that moment, in his chase to reach his climax, he could not help it. And then at last, with an extra hard thrust, he groaned out loud; clamping his mouth over her lips to muffle his cries as he felt the tightening of his balls and the violent ripping sensation just below his abdomen.

Slowly riding out his orgasm, he rested his sweaty forehead against hers, hearts racing noisily beneath their chests and fierce, uneven breaths hitting each others' faces.

Draco Malfoy had to admit it was the most intense fuck he had ever had in his life.

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