Author Notes: I can't believe I'm doing this. I really can't believe it. But something had been left out. I had to find closure for Ron and Harry. As well as what actually happens to Hermione and Severus in their future. Well, I hope I do better this time. I am giving the plot bunny free reign, however, I am keeping a journal of my thoughts and musings so the story doesn't get away with me. And now I present "Breaking Down More Walls" the sequel to "Breaking Down Walls".
The thunder boomed over the massive manor as the rain drizzled down the panes of the windows. The gentle lullaby of the drops as they hit the sill soothed the child as did his mother's voice.
"I know, darling. It's scary. I'm here. Shush. Go back to sleep."
The woman rocked her child slowly, caressing the ebony hair and velvet skin of the one that held her heart so dear. After a moment, she noticed the limp form in her arms and realized that he was now safely back in dreamland. She pulled the covers up and left the room.
"Everything alright?" the man asked as she walked into their bedroom.
"Yes, he's fine. Just got woken up by the thunder."
He pulled his wife down to the bed with a searing kiss that left no room for discussion on how he was going to put the storm from her mind.
"I have to work in the morning," she said as she playfully fought him off.
"So do I." He held her for a moment longer before sighing and lying her down beside him for some well earned rest from the hectic day they had.
"Do you think they will work things out?" she asked cutting the silence in the room. She thought perhaps that her husband had already fallen asleep as the thunder looming in the distance was her only response.
"Yeah. That's just the way they are." He kissed her gently on the cheek and cuddled close behind her.
"I love you."
"I love you, too, Ginny."
"Harry?"
"Yeah?"
"I hope we never fight like that."
"Don't worry. We won't."
She jerked her cloak off and threw it across the room, stopping only to pull the dead roses from the vase on the entry way table. He walked in the door just a moment after. The vase flew through the air, collided with the wall very near his head, and shattered.
He turned to her. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"
"Me? What am I doing? What did you think I would do after that kind of display? Oh, and just so you know, I didn't have to miss!" She crossed her arms over her chest and turned abruptly, heading for the kitchen.
He followed, of course, however that was quite an illogical decision. The knife embedded itself an astonishingly two inches into the wood of the doorframe. He looked to her again, raising his eyebrow. "That was uncalled for as is your attitude. If you want to act like a child and throw a temper tantrum, I suggest doing so in the guest bedroom. And you can stay in there for the remainder of the week, as far as I'm concerned."
She looked at him with a narrowed expression. "You're grounding me?"
"You act like a child, I'll treat you like one. Now, go to your room."
She took all of the five steps it took to stand in front of him. The smack to his face was fast, no quite unexpected, but indeed powerful. She raced to the extra room, threw herself on the bed, and cried until she fell asleep.
He stood for a moment longer before he conjured up the strongest thing he had in the house to drink, poured a large sifter full, and downed the burning liquid in three swallows. He felt somewhat calmer, but knew that this was only the beginning. They had had rows before, but this wasn't normal, even for them. He pinched the bridge of his nose knowing full well that the storm outside was only a precursor to the rage and fury that harbored inside the woman upstairs. Tomorrow would be hell.
Author note: Short and sweet… well maybe not sweet, but hey…like I said, plot bunny has full reign.