Disclaimer: I don;t own HP
Ginny P.O.V
I watched them out of our kitchen window. My husband, the famous Harry Potter, was sitting with his back against the oak tree in the front yard. He was laughing, clearly happy. He didn't have a care in the world. He didn't have the weight of the world on his sholders anymore. He deafeated Voldemort many years ago. Now he was free to live his life. I watched as he bust into another fit of giggles. This bothered me. Not the fact that he was happy, it was the fact of why he was happy.
Reluctantly, I shifted my gaze down to the person's head that was in his lap. She had curly brown hair and warm colored eyes. She was none other than Hermione Granger. Well I guess she was Hermione Weasley now. Don't ask me when they became so close. Maybe it was while they were at Hogwarts, but I wouldn't really know. I was never really in their adventures much. The only ones that I was in were in my 1st and 6th years. I shuddered as I thought of them. In my first year I became possessed by a part of Voldemort's soul. I still can't remeber what I did, but I still had nightmares about what could have been. The other, was of course the battle of Hogwarts where Harry defeated Voldemort. In this battle I lost my brother Fred Weasley along with many friends. Anyways back to the topic at hand.
Harry and Hermione were excedenly close now. Even Ron saw it. I think that he's a little better at handling it rather than I am. It can't be easy seeing your wife so comfortable around another man. Seeing her sharing things with him that she wouldn't even tell you. I know that it kills me inside. And what's even more unbelievable is the fact that Harry and Hermione don't even notice how that act around each other!
They were always touching each other. Wether it's a brush of the hand or they start a tickle fight, it's like they're always connected at some point. I can't tell you how many times I've watched Harry tackle her out of nowhere, pin her to the ground, and tickle her until she pleads and begs. I couldn't tell you how many times I've had to look up a counterspell or beg Hermione to fix him after she jinxed him for tickling her. I see them exchange worried glances at each other all the time, like they fear the other person will disappear in a puff of smoke. Oh and their eyes! Urg! I can't even begin to tell you how much it drives me crazy to watch them have conversations without even speaking. They just look at each other and suddenly wham, a decison made and not one word spoken!
Take today for instance. I don't know how long I've been watching this exchange. Harry just sits there against that stupid tree with her head laying in his lap. He idly plays with her hair while they share some more stories. Me? I think I'll blame the tree for this one. Afterall, I can't blame Harry or Hermione. Ron and I made that mistake once, the aftermath of which I don't care to repeat. They were so mad. I thought for a while that Harry was going to leave me. I know that he almost didn't purpose to me because of it. I overheard him telling Hermione. Yes so I'll just blame that stupid tree! Maybe I'll burn it down later. Then they couldn't site against it and exculde everyone from their private world.
I let out a sigh. Even if the tree was gone they would just find something else to sit against. Somtimes I wonder if they only stayed with Ron and I because of the kids. Sometimes I swear I can see regert in Harry's eyes when he looks at me. Like he picked the wrong woman or something. Nights where he'd have nightmares about the battle, I would sit by and watch him run to Hermione. Oh how I wished I was the person he ran to.
I remeber when Harry and I first announced our engagement. The wizarding world couldn't believe it. I read countless articles on how people thought that it would be 'Hermione Potter' instead of me. Our first few years of marrage we both read many articles talking about how everyone was waiting for him to leave me for her. After Hermione married Ron and we all had kids the articles stopped. But whenever we go out you can see people stare and begin to whisper as if they're still waiting for it to happen. Truth be told...so am I.
Ron walked up behind me and gave my sholder a re-assuring squeeze before joining the other members of the Golden Trio by the tree. I sighed once more and looked down at the 2 rings on my finger. I'm the lucky one I tell myself. I won, I married him, he chose me. I put on a false smile and walked out into the yard. My head is begining to believe all the things I tell myself. But in my heart; compared to Hermione, I'll always be second best.