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Summary: Let's face it folks: Deathly Hallows had too much of a happy ending romance-wise. Well, this fic is for all you people out there who like Harry/Ginny, just not perfectly, Hermione/Ron, but also Hermione/Bill, George/Alicia and unwanted pregnancies, and hate Bill/Fleur. Mainly about Harry, Ginny, their daughter Hope, and their... read to find out! It goes by DH, just not by the epilogue...Oh, and I just couldn't fit Teddy in! Sorry!

This chapter contains bottle-throwing, drunken Ginny, suggestive swearing. And, yeah.

Ginny Potter rolled onto her side and watched her husband, Harry Potter, sleep. It had been ten months since she had married Harry, and one since their daughter, Hope Dakota, was born. But it wasn't the same. Whereas back at Hogwarts the couple hardly ever rowed, now it was different. Being under the same roof was rather testing their relationship.

It was a few minutes till Harry woke up. He kissed Ginny lightly on the forehead and looked past her at the cot. The red-haired and green-eyed baby had not bothered the couple for the whole night, which was extremely lucky.

Slowly, Ginny and Harry got up, leaned against the cot and peered down at Hope. She was sleeping quite soundly, and Harry put his arm around Ginny and kissed her cheek.

In better times, Ginny would have jumped on Harry and snogged him, but not now, not today. Instead, Ginny read Witch Weekly as Harry got changed and they made their way to the kitchen. Harry buttered some toast as Ginny looked around at the small house from her seat next to Harry on the kitchen table. Ginny had joined the Holyhead Harpies as soon as she left school, and her trophies from the two years she had played were visible through the door leading to the sitting room. Ginny wished that she had played for more than two years, but Harry had asked her to marry him, and then Hope had come along.

A snowy owl flew through the open kitchen window and landed on the kitchen table. Harry placed a Knut in the owl's pouch and took the Daily Prophet and started reading through it.

"You going to work today?" asked Ginny, reaching across the table for some toast and applying strawberry jam on it.

"Yeah," replied Harry, turning the page of the Prophet idly. "We've got a couple of people to interview, check whether they are Death Eaters. Kingsley reckons they're not but best be sure, so Ron, Hermione and I are going out to check."

"What does Hermione do with Dan and MJ when she's at work?" asked Ginny, peering over curiously at Harry.

"Leaves 'em at her parents," said Harry, once more turning the page of his newspaper. "They love the little guys, as all grandparents would."

Harry hid his face behind the newspaper at this, wondering how his parents would have treated Hope and Ginny.

"I want to get a job, you know, after Hope grows up a bit," said Ginny, staring out the window.

"But you don't need one, we've got enough money," said Harry.

"Then why are you still working?" asked Ginny angrily. If there was one thing she hated, it was being told she couldn't do something, or hinting on it. She had, after all, been treated like that when she was younger.

"Sorry," said Harry, and he disappeared behind his newspaper before the argument could get really heated.

"No, I'm sorry," said Ginny, and she got up and disappeared into the bedroom to check on Hope, Harry calling after her in desparation.

"Bye, Ginny," called Harry from the kitchen some five minutes later, when Ginny was feeding Hope and he was about to leave.

"Bye," said Ginny, no "honey" or "love" or "darling".

Harry Disapparated with a "crack" to work and went into one of the lifts. Hermione and Ron were the only ones in there.

"Hey, guys," said Harry, "can I ask you a question?"

Harry Apparated home at about six in the evening.

"Hey Harry," said Ginny, Hope in one of her arms and a spatula in her opposite hand. Harry dropped some papers onto the bench, walked over and picked Hope out of Ginny's arm.

"What's wrong?" asked Ginny. That was the thing about Ginny, she knew Harry too well. You couldn't not know someone if you were completely in love with them from the age of eleven.

"Look, Ginny, I think we better break up," said Harry, slowly and clearly.

"Break up?" asked Ginny, with a wave of her wand letting the dinner cook automatically. "Harry, we're not some Hogwarts couple that can just break up and pretend everything's fine. You're The Boy Who Lived, I'm an ex-Quidditch player, we're married and we've got a one month old daughter. That's divorce, Harry. And my brothers would kill me, well, more so you."

"Don't worry about your brothers, I talked to Ron, he said he'd rather us be happy," said Harry.

"Well, in case you haven't noticed, Ron's just one of my brothers. Did you see the looks Bill gave you when-" Ginny stopped mid sentence. "You talked this over with Ron and Hermione, didn't you?"

"Well, yeah-"

"I don't want a effing husband who talks about me behind my back," shouted Ginny, walking around to sit at the kitchen table.

Harry put an arm on her shoulder but Ginny pushed it away.

"I need Firewhisky," said Ginny, standing up and heading for the cupboard above the sink.

"Wait, I have some papers you need to sign, if you want to file for a divorce," said Harry tentatively, readjusting Hope on his chest and taking the papers off the bench and handing them to Ginny. "It's about what we want - custody of Hope, who gets the house... I've signed it, you can make the conditions whatever you like."

Ginny worked through the paperwork in the next ten minutes, allowing Harry to keep the house (she couldn't bare living in it anyway), her to take care of Hope for the next eleven months, after which they would alternate for every week, Harry to visit whenever he wanted in those eleven months, Ginny to change her name to Weasley again, Hope's surname to be Weasley-Potter, the two of them to equally share the belongings, and making Harry split a quarter of his money with Ginny, seeing as Harry had more than enough money and Ginny was not working.

"Right, can I go get a drink now?" asked Ginny, and before Harry could respond she had whipped out a bottle of Firewhisky and drained quite a lot.

"Gin," said Harry. "Ginny you shouldn't have-"

"Don't tell me what I can and can't do," said Ginny, and she walked over to the table and flung herself into a chair.

"Ginny, I'll be right back, just don't have another drink," said Harry, and he Disapparated with Hope.

He knocked on the door of the roomy house in the countryside rapidly. Ron opened the door, his red hair rather messy, and Harry did not want to imagine what he and Hermione had been doing just then. Instead, Harry handed Hope to Ron.

"Can you just take care of Hope for a sec," and Harry Apparated back to his and Ginny's house. Ginny was not in a good state. She had drained the rest of the bottle she had opened before and had started on another one. Luckily, Ginny was sitting at the table, for Harry was sure that otherwise she would have lost her balance. Her eyes were tear-stained and she was sobbing loudly.

"Ginny," said Harry, slightly exasperated.

"What? Am I too ugly of a (INSERT WORD MEANING FEMALE DOG HERE) to you?" sobbed Ginny. "Is that why? Well, I'm sure there are some better looking ones at work. Go marry them."

"Ginny," said Harry. "Calm do-"

Ginny chucked a bottle at the opposite wall. It crashed, spilling Firewhisky on the wall and the tiles.

"Levicorpus," muttered Harry, pointing his wand at Ginny, and she was forced into the air and hung by an invisible rope tied to her feet, revolving slightly. "I'll be back."

Harry Apparated to Ron and Hermione's countryside house again and knocked. Ron answered the door and let him in, a two-year-old Daniel Alex Weasley on his shoulders and pulling his hair.

"Hey-ow-Harry, what's up?" asked Ron as they stood near the door.

"Ginny's completely drunk," said Harry.

At these words, Hermione emerged with a wise look on her face, Hope in one arm and her daughter Melanie-Jane in the other. She gave both to Harry, told him to "stay here" and Disapparated with a crack.

"Best let her deal with it, I guess," said Ron, and he gestured Harry into the living room and sat Daniel down on the floor.

Crack.

"Ginevra Molly Weasley!"

Hermione stormed into the Potters' kitchen and with a wave of her wand let Ginny down softly. She collapsed into a chair at the table.

"Get a hold of yourself," shrieked Hermione, sitting opposite her.

"Is Ron divorcing you or are you guys just sha-"

"Ginny, guys aren't everything!" Hermione interrupted. "Don't you remember those joyous times when you were single? Parties, actually being able to stare at guys without getting a scolding-"

"Hermione, I wasn't single for as long as you coz guys actually like me," said Ginny.

"Then why are you so upset?" asked Hermione, trying her hardest to not get offended by the drunken Ginny's comments.

"Coz Harry doesn't love me," wailed Ginny.

"And do you love him?"

"No."

"Then what's the point of being married?" asked Hermione. "You'll just be miserable."

Ginny hiccoughed. Hermione went over to the kitchen, turned off the stove, and withdrew some potions ingredients out of the cupboard and quickly stirred them together. She then gave the Undrunkening Potion to Ginny, who drained it whole.

"Oh no," she wailed after a minute. "Where's Hope?"

Ginny stood up, but Hermione pushed her back into her seat.

"Do you remember everything I just told you?" asked Hermione sternly.

"Yeah, guys aren't everything, blah blah, now give my baby back!"

Hermione gave Ginny a searching look and then Side-Along Apparated her to her and Ron's house. Ginny quickly crossed the threshold, looking around wildly. Hermione guided her to the living room, where Ginny promptly took Hope out of Harry's arms and rocked her a bit.

"She needs feeding," said Ginny, and hurried out of the room with the small baby.

"Let your reckless life begin, mate," Ron whispered with a slap on Harry's back, so that Hermione, who was bustling about trying to prepare dinner, couldn't hear.