Harry clutched the flowers he'd bought on his way home in his right hand. The box with the necklace in it was safely in his left pocket. Their reservations at the restaurant were in a half hour.
Taking a deep breath, he went to open the door. 'Odd,' he thought as he fished out his key. 'Ginny doesn't usually lock the door when she's home.' He unlocked the door, opening the door and sidling in quietly, hanging up his key carefully. He was hoping to surprise Ginny, which was why he was home an hour early.
He crept through the house, quietly looking for his wife. A smile crept onto his face.
That smile shattered abruptly when he opened the bathroom door. There he found Ginny, smiling sultrily, doing up Harry's own bathrobe… on another man.
The man spotted Harry and froze.
"What's wrong, babe?" Ginny purred. When he didn't respond, she turned. Her eyes widened when she saw him in the doorway.
"Get dressed, and I will wait in the living room," Harry growled through gritted teeth.
He stalked angrily out to wait, throwing the flowers onto the table.
The pair came out, hair wet. The man looked sheepish. Ginny looked defiant.
Harry took deep breaths, closing his eyes, trying to stay calm. When he opened them, they were frosty.
"Now, Ginny," he said, turning to her, "who is this?"
"No one." She stuck up her nose.
The man gaped at her. "But you said you loved me!" he shouted. "You said-"
"I said nothing," she hissed at him.
Harry sighed, turning to the man. "Just go," he whispered stonily.
"What?" the man said in shock.
"Just go," Harry repeated, his voice slightly louder and harder.
The man saw his chance and ran.
"So…" Harry sighed. His anger was fading and a hollow ache settling in.
"So what?" Ginny sniffed.
Several moments passed in silence.
"So this is what you've been up to on your 'girl's days out'," Harry finally said.
"What?"
"You don't think I'm stupid, do you?" he drawled. "I've met with Luna and Hermione several of the times you were supposed to be out with them. I just thought you were doing something secret, or maybe embarrassing. Should've know."
"Well, it is your fault," Ginny hissed.
"How is it my fault that you cheated?" Harry seethed.
"I married the Boy-Who-Lived!" she yelled. "What I've got is some cheap shadow of him."
"You married the Boy-Who-Lived, huh?" Harry growled. "I never wanted to be the Boy-Who-Lived! If I had my choice then, I would've just lived a normal life!"
Ginny sneered. "You always ran off, being heroic! Why would you do that, but for the fame?"
"Maybe for my friends? My family?" Harry yelled. "You know what? Get out. I'll send you your stuff, just get out!"
Ginny stared in outraged, opening and closing her mouth several times before storming out.
Harry just collapsed onto the sofa, putting his head in his hands, wondering what to tell the kids.