The ultimate betrayal
He was done with everything; he was done with his stupid charming red hair and his speckled charming face and that tall body of his. Done.
Ron, his husband of a year had been acting cold lately; not in a literal sense (Ron had been usually temperatured), but in spirit Ron was off with him and his heart barely wanted to know why for he feared it would be too much to take.
He thought that Ron might be having an affair with a certain blonde haired, snotty, dreamboat who went by the name "Mr. Malfoy". The signs were certainly there; the blonde hairs on Ron's jacket, the trail of snot left on his collar and he'd even found a small piece of paper in Ron's trouser pocket in a familiar italicised script saying "I want to have sex with you, Ron → Draco ;)"
This was when he began to suspect Ron might be having some extra-marital sex with someone who wasn't his husband who was Harry and not Draco Malfoy thanks very much! How could Ron do this to him; especially with his arch nemesis. To him it were the ultimate betrayal of trust and love; the trust and the love which they felt for one another.
He decided to confront Ron about it. One night Ron got home late from the Ministry; Harry had baked them a special meal (wizard roast – like a normal roast, but magic!) and he was waiting for him. Ron was late which just furthered Harry's rampant concerns.
"Ron, you are late." Harry stated, in a gently, accusatory way.
Ron shrugged his fond, freckled shoulders, "Sorry Harry. Draco kept me back doing some extra work." Ron's eyebrows danced with suggestive fancy when he believed Harry was not looking.
Harry's eye leaked with tears, "Oh yeah, and by extra work for you mean SEX? Extra-marital sex!"
Ron's eyes died a little as he saw the wounded look on his husband of a years' face, "OH God, Harry, I didn't know you-"
"Forget it Ron," Harry said, his tears turned to fire (metaphorical fire) and he faced up to Ron. "I get it, I know what's going on you twat. I can't believe you'd do this to me!" He was shouting.
"Harry! HARRY! Harry! HARRY! OH Gods, I'm SO SORRY. Forgive me; I thought of only you the whole time!" Ron sobbed onto the ground uncontrollably, but in a way which showed he knew what he was doing essentially, which was crying.
But Harry just spat at his flaming red hair and shook his head in disbelief, "I never should of left Ginny for you. You meant everything to me, Ron. EVERYTHING." Harry was crying along with Ron, in fact, their tears were in unison and it was really emotional.
He thought back to that glorious day they had united; when he had made the decision that Ginny just didn't do it for him any more and he rather fancied another red-headed, ginger. Ron had instantly broken up with Hermione when he'd discovered Harry felt the same. It was all coshure; she could never have pleased Ron the way that Harry could; she didn't get him like Harry did. They didn't talk to her anymore; she'd quickly hooked up with Neville afterwards; the whore.
"Please, Harry-"
"No Ron." Harry was absolute in every sense of the word and suddenly calm and collected. "You don't get it; you've betrayed me. I would have done anything for you, Ron. I loved you. I wanted us to be a family. I wanted you to have my children and to raise them as little Potter-Weasley babies- I wanted to magically inseminate you, Ron. How does it feel to know you've lost the chance to give birth to the spawn of Harry Potter, the boy who lived?"
Ron just shook his head, "Weasley- Potter babies, thanks very much." he corrected him.
"Oh Ron," Harry said fondly, ruffling his husband red locks, "you always know what to say to cheer me up."
Ron grinned back, his speckled mug glowing like sparks off a fire, "Love you, Harry."
"Love you too, Ron."