A|N: Hey guys! So here's chapter four. There is a sexual scene in here: pre-warning. I thought chapter four would be the last one, but it's not. There will be a chapter five, which will be the ending. And what a twisted ending it will be. Enjoy!

Arianna took a deep, ragged and forced breath as she walked through the wrought iron gates. Her feet led her up the stone path and upon a set of doors, she hadn't seen in many years. She raised her hand, her bottom lip quivering in fear. She noticed her hand was trembling too, and forced her fingers to curl into a fist.

With a strangled swallow and a racing pulse, she knocked. Her heart felt as if it had dropped to her stomach the moment her small, pale fist connected with the door. There was no going back now, she would have to face him. Face their past, their reality and overall: the truth. It was the time she told someone and she didn't trust anybody else but him.

As the seconds stretched before her, agonisingly slow, Arianna deliberated apparating out of there. She clutched her bag tightly to her side, weighed down with seven books and eight DVDs. Seven books and eight DVD's that would change the lives of all witches and wizards. But she had to start with one.

The latch lifted on the door and Arianna's stomach twisted uneasily. The moment Draco's form appeared and the door opened, Arianna's heart stopped. She felt seventeen again, with sweaty palms, a racing heart and butterflies in her stomach. She caught her trembling lower lip between her teeth before releasing it and pressing her lips together.

Draco's eyes connected with hers, the shock rippling across them as they moved and looked over her, from the roots of her hair to her toes. She knew she had changed; she had changed a lot. When Draco had last seen her, aside from a couple of days ago in Diagon Alley, they were in the middle of Hogwarts grounds, shouting curses and watching chaos close in around them.

She had fled without her parents, as Draco had left with his. Her parents had refused to let the Dark Lord fight alone. They had told her how much of a coward and disgrace she was, and that no matter the outcome, she was dead to them. She hadn't cried in front of them.

She was too proud to let them see that weakness, but as soon as she was alone, unsure of how she was going to cope, she had cried herself to sleep. She had never seen the fall of Voldemort at the moment it transpired, but she had seen it on one of the DVD's nestled in her bag. Back then, she had been a seventeen-year-old stick of a girl.

Short, at 5'4 with small hips, small legs, a small waist, bust and bum. Small everything. Dyed, red hair, skimming her breasts, with her natural brown roots showing and green eyes that were always full of fear and determination. Now, she had grown and evolved into a thirty-one-year-old woman.

Her legs had grown, her hips and bust too. Her waist had stayed small but she no longer looked underweight. She'd dyed her hair again and kept it maintained all these years: a darker brown than her natural hair colour. Her hair had grown and spiralled, through the force of many muggle hair products and spilt across her shoulders, down to her waist.

She had begun to use a 'sun bed' as the muggles called it, which left her lightly tanned, permanently. Or at least she had before finding the books a couple of months ago. After that point, she hadn't maintained the sun bed. With a fuller body, she wore muggle clothes that exposed her beautiful shape with class.

Her eyes raked greedily over Draco, drinking in a sight she hadn't been privy to for so long. He looked the same, only taller, more filled out in his arms and if only slightly darker than his usual alabaster skin. In the months that Voldemort had returned, she was used to seeing him in suits. Black, sharp, tailor made suits that reeked of money.

Now, he stood in a casual pair of muggle dark wash jeans and a black t-shirt. She noticed he had a faint five o'clock shadow too. "Arianna," he mumbled.

Arianna smiled, a slow breaking across her face before turning into a grin that made Draco's heart squeeze tight. "Draco," she greeted.

For the moment, the reason she was here was forgotten. The books, the DVD's, the things she needed to tell him. Even their near encounter in Diagon Alley wasn't mentioned. Instead, she just relished in the boy... No. Man- who took the heart and the virginity she had offered him so many years ago.

Who looked after her and cared for her, as she did for him when the world was dark and scary. Without thinking, she threw herself at him. With her arms wide, her bag slid to the floor and she embraced him, her arms clutching him as fiercely as she had the night they made love.

"Draco," she whispered happily.

Draco wrapped his arms around her too, his hands buried in her hair and his lips kissing her temple. "Arianna," he breathed back.

He clutched her tightly, lifting her off her feet and causing a shrill giggle to escape her lips. Draco smiled into her hair, a warmth and happiness spreading throughout his body. "It's been too long." The words didn't even encompass all the feeling and thoughts he'd wanted to express to her over the years, but for now, that was enough.

She pulled away, a grin still plastered to her face and refusing to leave. Draco returned it and quickly beckoned her inside, the pair of them falling over themselves like seventeen-year-olds once more. Arianna passed through the hallway, well aware on how to get to the parlour but on the way spotted newly added portraits, all of them being of the boy, Scorpius, whom she had seen that day in Diagon Ally.

They were all unbelievable adorable and painted at different stages of the boy's life. In fact, from what it looked like, they were yearly portraits, painted on every birthday. Arianna noticed that while Scorpius was painted with Draco in some, Narcissa in others, he was never painted with Astoria. She wondered why that was.

There was no family portrait of Draco, Scorpius and Astoria either which was accustom to every pureblood home that had a child or children. All the painted Draco, Scorpius and Narcissa's watched Arianna, some smiling, some not. In one, Scorpius waved enthusiastically and Arianna waved back shyly.

Draco followed in soon after, still smiling. "Can I get you anything?"

With her bag settled by her side and sat in the leather armchair, directly next to the large window, Arianna felt the full heat of the sun on her skin. She knew it had been warm this morning, thus her wardrobe choice of a mint green dress, frilling about her knees and square cut across her chest, but she hadn't realised how warm it truly was.

"I'll have lemonade, please," Arianna smiled.

Draco nodded, the smile on his face never easing and quickly looking to become permanent. He faintly called for Millie who apparated into the room almost instantly. Arianna held her breath, pressing her lips together. When she was younger, she was taught never to respect house elves; Draco the same.

They had both followed their parent's footsteps and gave no regards for the creatures. However, as she had grown older, she had realised how cruel and immature her behaviour was, along with every other pureblood who had the same mindset of her parents. Now, however, she didn't know where Draco's morals lay.

She didn't know how much he'd changed or what had changed, apart from his physical appearance. Startlingly, Millie beamed up at Draco, dipping only slightly at the waist in a bow. Even more surprising, Draco bowed back. Arianna lets out a rush of air that came whistling out of her teeth.

"Millie, could you please get me and Miss Locket a glass of ice cold, fresh lemonade. Thank you very much." Millie nodded happily before apparating back out of the room.

Draco turned to Arianna who had a pleasant smile on her face. "What are you grinning about over there?"

Arianna was going to answer him; tell him she was proud of him for not following in his father's footsteps. For changing and bettering himself in more ways than just his manners towards house-elves. But suddenly he was striding towards her, enveloping her in his arms and taking her up with him before kissing wildly, desperately, without breathing.

Arianna gasped her open mouth allowing Draco's probing tongue. Her fingers dug into his hair, as his did to hers. They both tugged and pulled in equal measure. His tongue slanted over hers, swiping and twirling. Arianna moaned, legs fighting to get around his hips and her nails digging into his shoulder blades through his t-shirt.

The sudden snap of apparition sounded in the room. Arianna lets out a startled gasp, wriggling to get from Draco's arms. He helped her slide to her feet, where she half hid behind his towering from. Peeking around Draco, she noticed it was Millie, looking rather ashen.

"I beg your pardon master. Millie didn't realise you were busy. Millie brought you and Miss Locket drinks."

"That's ok Millie, thank you." The small house elf nodded before apparating out of the room once more.

Arianna burst out giggling, moving from behind Draco to take her glass and a large, thirst quenching gulp from it. Draco laughed behind her, his chuckle throatier and masculine than she remembered it from their younger years. He followed suit behind her, taking his drink and drinking it almost to the bottom.

Arianna placed her glass down first, beginning to tour around the room as Draco watched her, placing his own drink down. Arianna noticed he had re-decorated. So much so, that it barely looked like how she remembered it. She noticed, however, the grand piano that sat in the far corner of the room.

It was the only familiar thing she recognised. Arianna didn't know much about pianos; didn't understand their makes or builds. But she knew this piano was beautiful. Sleek, black in colour and wide set in its frame. It stood on a platform, with a small cushioned seat before it. The keys were pristine white and the piano as a whole bore no scratches or dents of any sort.

It had been well looked after. She turned to face Draco, who had been watching her intently. He was still making sense of his whirling thoughts and feelings. He couldn't believe how much he'd missed her; didn't realise until he had seen her in Diagon Alley, obscured by the wall she had been hiding behind.

His attention had been pulled by Scorpius and it had been hard to see her and digest the differences in her appearance. To then find her standing at his door, her big green eyes staring up at him, as they did so many time when they were younger, had made his day. She was stunningly beautiful, more so now at thirty-one than seventeen.

"What are you staring at?" She teased.

"You," he answered simply.

Arianna held back a gasp. Her stomach quivered and tightened. She didn't understand what was happening between them. Why had they kissed? They were acting like long lost lovers and she'd been here less than twenty minutes. She needed to focus on why she was here, talk to him about the things in her bag. But she couldn't bring herself to do it. She had missed him so much.

Suddenly, she remembered a very alarming fact. "Aren't you married to Astoria Greengrass?" She asked quietly, her gut clenching because she had already kissed him without finding out.

"No. We just married as a public stunt to have Scorpius and further our lines. You know how it is," Draco replied.

Arianna peeked up at him from beneath her lashes, unsure of what to say but she needn't have said anything because, within a few long strides, Draco was across the room. He took her up in his arms again, before slamming her down on the piano. Arianna gasped, her arms clutching him as they devoured each other's mouth again.

It was a brutal kiss, full of teeth, tongue and hard lips. Before Arianna knew it, Draco was pushing up the skirt of her dress, gripping and running his hands over her thighs. Arianna moaned into Draco's mouth, her hands flying to his belt, tugging and pulling desperately. Draco seemed to get the hint, helping her undo his belt before throwing it to the floor and unzipping his trousers.

Arianna's head was all over the place, lust blossoming deep and dark in her belly. Draco lifted her once more, his large hands pulling her black thong down. He threw it in a random direction before spreading her legs. Within all the frenzied clothes stripping and desperate kissing, Arianna hadn't stopped to think what any of this meant. Where this would take her.

Within seconds, however, Draco was slamming into her. She let out a cry, her face buried into his neck and his hand cradling her head to him. His fingers ran through her curls, his thrust deep but slow, paced. It reminded her so much of the last night they'd slept together. Tears prickled in her eyes but she didn't want it. She had loved going slow with Draco, making love.

But she had missed him, was frustrated with him for never seeking her out. For not coming after her, for not realising he was in love with her. She growled, her head lifting and her hands gripping at Draco's neck. He growled back at her, his thrusts faster, harder. The piano shook, Arianna shook.

Her teeth knocked against his, her nails pulling at his top and scratching harshly at the skin of his back. "Faster," she begged.

Another growl rumbled deep from Draco's chest and Arianna couldn't seem to keep a hold of her thoughts. It was so different, sex with an adult Draco. Draco the man, with Arianna as a woman. She never knew what she wanted as a teenager; they'd both been cautious, unsure of how to handle each other or move. Now, they knew. They had experience.

Arianna knew what she wanted, what she craved, what tipped her over and sent her hurtling towards the place of no return. Draco knew how to move his hips, what angle to press, how to hold her, how to fuck her. They both loved it, both relished in the difference and the familiarity. She gave a pleasured cry as he moved her, fast as lighting and bent her over the piano, chest pressed flat against the top.

His hands gripped her hips, tight and bruising. His thighs pressed against the back of hers, the room resounding with their combined cries and the sounds of their bodies meeting. Arianna stretched, her hands gripping the other edge of the piano, pressing herself harder onto Draco, who was sure he hadn't seen anything sexier in his life.

Arianna's eyes screwed shut, her bare thighs turning red from the edge of the piano scratching at her skin, every time Draco pounded into her without mercy. Her face pressed against the piano, her sweaty forehead finding solace against the coolness. Her stomach tightened harder, the ball inside her ready to explode.

"Draco!"

Draco gritted his teeth, his nails digging tightly into Arianna's tanned skin. He was so, unbelievably close. But he wanted Arianna to finish first. He wanted to show her that he was a strong man now, not a wiry muscled teenager who couldn't go in a shag for longer than two minutes. But he didn't know how much longer he could hold out.

She was so familiar to him, yet so different. Her body was out of this world and the hair falling down her back, brushing against his fingers, surely felt like it was going to be his undoing. He always did love long hair. She was so tight and warm, so loving. Everything about her reminded him of home, of happiness.

A time of childhood, of teenagers not knowing who they were or what they wanted out of life. Draco leant over Arianna's body, inhaling her scent. Almonds and honey. He closed his eyes, pressing harder, thrusting harder. Just his name on her lips was killing him. She was getting tighter, he could feel it, and Arianna knew he was close to finishing.

She opened her mouth to tell him, to scream and cry about how hard she was going to explode for him, for her Draco. But before she could, she noticed something. Draco had stretched over her body, his hands entwining with hers on the edge of the piano. What she noticed, glinting in the sunlight and taunting her, twisting her insides and breaking her heart, was a wedding ring.

Arianna lets out a sob, a sob of betrayal, a sob of emotion that she didn't understand. To know he had willingly fucked her, touched her like she was his. But she wasn't, and he wasn't hers. He never would be. Draco halted suddenly, noticing her shaking shoulders and cries that were so pained, they couldn't be from pleasure.

He quickly pulled away, painfully tucking himself back into his jeans. "Arianna, what's wrong?" He asked urgently, tugging at her shoulders to pull her up.

Arianna shook him off, standing up and rushing around the room, trying to find her underwear. "Don't touch me," she hissed.

She shoved her thong on, sure it was on inside out and knowing it was twisted on the side. She didn't care. She ran for her bag, ready to apparate herself out of there, before Draco laid a hand on her arm, stopping her.

"What's wrong?!" He demanded.

She spun to face him, wrenching her arm away. Her face was twisted in a sneer but her cheeks were still wet with tears. "You lied! You are married!" She hissed. "You touched me and fucked me like you don't have a wife and a son who wouldn't understand why his dad had slept with another woman!"

He blanched, looking away guiltily. She covered her hand with her mouth as another cry left her throat. He turned to face her, his heart-wrenching at her devastated expression. "I'm sorry!" He whispered brokenly. "You were just suddenly there and all these emotions and memories and feelings came flooding back! I don't have them with Astoria! I don't love her like I love you like I've always loved you!"

"Fuck you."

Then she was gone.