"Ginny! Please… put down that wand!"
Her hair was a wilderness of untamed red. Her eyes shimmered with the same intensity as the ones of a lioness, targeting her prey. I will destroy him… She curled her lips in a faint smile and tightened her grip around the wand, not intending to let go, not intending to surrender. The kitchen seemed to be a warzone; the counters were scorched and shattered plates accompanied by melted cutlery were littered across the dirty linoleum. She had been reckless for a change. She had rebelled against his authority by casting spells like there was no tomorrow- and that was her intention, to make sure there would be no other days like this. Despite her malicious attacks, he had proven to be an outstanding wizard as usual and managed to avoid them all, without harming her. His care did not calm her down but only kept the fire of frustration burning, making her throw all she could find at him in her unreasonable fury. Now the pans were empty. The food she has so carefully prepared was sticking to his clothes and raven black hair, some spaghetti still dangling from his glasses. She could have laughed. But after spending so much time with him, she had forgotten how to.
"No Harry."
Silver tears dripped down her cheeks but she let them fall. No point in holding them in, not anymore. She exposed herself for him, so he could see what he made of her. Obviously he hated the sight- and so did she. She tilted her head and allowed him to come closer, just so she could push him away again. Not now, later. He shuffled with spread arms, ready to embrace her. On that moment she couldn't tell if he was her lover or her child. Maybe, maybe he was a little of both. She remembered how she tidied him, dressed him and fed him. She nurtured him from the early start and he hadn't complained. Now he was nagging, wanting and expecting more and more from her, but returned nothing. She couldn't deal with it, she simply had enough. When she was a teenager, she solemnly believed that she could win a man's heart by brushing his hair or tying his shoe laces. Fred and George had assured her long ago that she could get Harry, if she just did everything for him. It worked. But nobody told her that she needed to pay a price.
I should never have believed them…
"Why do you hate yourself so much Ginny?"
He was close now, too close for her liking. She couldn't stand to be around him, to see the critical green of his eyes and the frowns he kept giving her. He thought she was the perfect housewife, one you could please by giving her all the responsibility of the household and the care of the children- she loved it indeed but she wanted more. She surprised him when she laughed, high and humourless. When she met his gaze, he was wise enough to take a step backwards. He may have defeated the greatest evil in this world but the Boy Who Lived was powerless against the sudden bitterness of his wife.
"It's the only thing you let me do."