Part one-

THE MORNING THAT STARTED IT ALL:

-GINNY

We were fighting. Again. It was barely seven o'clock in the morning. Why do we always have to fight? I mean, really, he married me. He was the one who asked me out, he continued dating me, he proposed. I never told him that he had too. And- as far as I know- no one else did. This has been going on for far too long. And it has only gotten worse since I got pregnant. I thought we were happy, Mum and Dad still fight like mad but they are the happiest couple I've ever met. Ron and Hermione have been almost continuously bickering since the moment they met. And, here I am, walking on eggshells around my husband of three years, my partner of almost eight years! More than half the time, I don't even know why he's angry or annoyed or whatever the Hell his problem is.

The worst part of all of this is that he won't tell me what's bothering him. I'm just his emotional scapegoat. He's telling Hermione though and, probably, Ron too. I understand that they have been friends for more than half of Harry's life and they know him better than I do because of that. But still, I'm his wife! I know he confides in Hermione more than Ron. Harry and Hermione are always together; they have lunch everyday by themselves. Ron has told me not to worry, Harry and Hermione have always confided in each other this way. He says if it doesn't bother him then it shouldn't bother me. That's all very well and good for him to say, at least his wife tells him the majority of what she's telling Harry. Ron says I have to trust Harry and, if something is bothering me, to bring it up with Harry. Who would ever think that Ron would be the voice of reason?

"Oi! Ginny, I'm going to work now." Harry screamed from the front door. I had no intentions of letting my husband leave the house just yet. He couldn't leave if we hadn't made up from our fight! I sauntered down the stairs towards the front door and gave him my most appealing look.

"Buuuuuuuut Harry," I whined in the voice I knew would get the most positive reaction, "we still need to talk… And I had something special planned for today to make up for this morning's fight." I looked up at my husband expectantly. I was relieved to see his face soften and break into a grin.

"I know what you want Ginny, but, even if I am your husband, I'm not that easy." He winked at me but he still pulled me against him. We stood like that for a few moments, his arms around my waist and my head resting against his chest.

Then I looked up at him and bit my lip. I knew exactly how to drive my husband crazy. He looked down at me, his eyes trailing my body in all the right spots. I pressed myself up against him and kissed him lightly, knowing exactly what type of response it would illicit. I was not disappointed. Harry's eyes darkened and before I knew what was happening, I was against the walls with my legs wrapped around Harry's middle, kissing passionately. His hands were cupping my bum, simultaneously holding me up and feeling me up. My hands were tangled in his perpetually messy hair, pulling and tugging the way I knew he loved. As his hips ground against me, I heard a strangled moan escape my husband's throat- causing me to moan too. We continued kissing like this for another few minutes before he pulled away, panting wildly. He rested his forehead against mine and looked into my eyes.

"Dammit Ginny, I actually had work to do today… Now I'll have to owl the office and tell them I can't come in today because I have to fuck my wife's brains out." As he spoke, one hand left my bum and it travelled up to my breast. He massaged and fondled it, causing me to moan heavily. He bit my neck and lowered me down. "Now, you go upstairs and wait for me while I owl the office." He patted my bum before he walked towards the kitchen.

I all but ran up the steps to our bedroom. I changed from my sweatpants and old t-shirt into tiny satin shorts and a lacey camisole. I took my hair out of its messy bun and let my curls fall down. Almost as soon as my hair was down, I felt someone tugging it. A smile played on my lips and I turned around. My husband and I looked at each other, desire radiating off of each other in waves.

"Oh Merlin, Ginny, I'm gonna fuck you all day long."

Harry took a step towards me, grabbed my bum, and rubbed his now solid erection against me. My hands were back in his hair and I was moaning as I rubbed back. Our lips collided, our tongues twisted together, and we fell onto the bed- clawing at each other like horny teenagers. In a matter of seconds, all of our clothes were off. Harry's hands were fondling every inch of my body, his lips soon followed suit. First, his lips were on my neck, sucking and biting and licking. Then, he trailed kisses down my collarbone. But he soon reached my breasts. He held them in his hands and massaged them, and, then, my nipple was in his mouth. I moaned and rubbed against him wildly. My hands sought out his member, needing to make him feel what I felt.

I grabbed his penis and rubbed. I heard a moan against my breast. As good as this was though, I pushed him off of me and made him lay back. He looked confused but as I trailed kisses down his front, he realized where this was going. I soon reached his large, solid erection. I trailed kisses up and down the shaft for a few seconds before taking him in my mouth. I heard him groan as I bobbed my head up and down. I felt his hands in my hair, pushing me farther and forcing me to take all of him in my mouth. My husband was writhing underneath me, letting out noises of pleasure. It was almost too much for me. I was trembling with pleasure.

"Ginny, you're so good at this. Now, before I cum in your throat, come here so that I can make you orgasm."

Harry moved me so that I was underneath him. He grabbed my breasts again, making me moan in absolute pleasure. He smiled and positioned himself above me. In one swift move, he entered me and pulled my legs up around his waist. I moaned in ecstasy. My husband was a very well endowed man and he filled up every inch of me. He rocked his hip back and forth, finding my sweet spot over and over again. One hand groped my breast and the other my bum.

"Ginny, Ginny, Ginny." Every time he thrust inside me, he said my name. We got faster and his strokes got harder. I was so close; all I could see was Harry. He began to move even faster. We were both so close now.

"Oh Ginny, oh Ginny. I love you beautiful." Those words were my undoing. We both climaxed at the same time, clawing at each other and kissing wildly. I felt like I had left my body. The orgasm was so intense. Harry pulled out slowly, I suddenly felt emptiness but he pulled me into him and he kissed me.

"Mmmm Ginny, that was fantastic." Harry kissed my hair and laced his fingers through mine.

"I don't know how you got so good at that, Harry." I teased my husband, who feigned offense but winked at me.

"Why were we even fighting this morning?"

"I don't know… I'm starting to think you pick fights with me just so that we can have amazing make up sex and you don't have to go to work."

"Me? Do something that devious? Why, Ginny Weasley-Potter, what makes you think I'm that cunning! I was sorted into Gryffindor and not Slytherin, after all."

I giggled and buried my head in his chest. I was praying that this moment would last forever. I couldn't bear to keep flip-flopping the way we have been. The fighting needed to stop; this marriage was an emotional rollercoaster. The highs and the lows were way too intense with not enough of a middle ground. I looked back up at my husband. Instead of a happy look, my husband looked lost and confused. I knew that look. I held my breath and tried not to break down. Our perfect moment was over.

~The Same Morning~

-DRACO

I looked up at mother across our little breakfast table. I wish my mother didn't look so sad. We had made so much progress since the war. My mother's name was clear, my name was clear. We no longer bore the Death Eater stigma. My mother made amends with her sister, Andromeda. Now she and little Teddy Lupin were both a large part of our life. My mother and I had a thriving medical apothecary business on Diagon Alley. It was quite an innovative little business and we made a very nice living. I was finally content with my life. I wish my mother could be too.

I cleared my throat, "Mother, I've made a very important decision." Her eyebrow rose inquisitively, encouraging me to go on. I continued, "I'm going to tell father that I'm gay. I think it's about time he knew."

"Oh Draco, I'm so proud of you honey! You're absolutely right. It is high time he knew. I'm so happy that you got a second chance with your father. You should go tell him now. Before you lose your nerve! Go, go, go." With the purest smile that I have seen on my mother's face in years, she ushered me out the door.

I took a deep breath and apparated from the flat that mother and I bought in London when her and father got divorced. I went to the edge of the sprawling grandeur of Malfoy Manor in Wiltshire. I rushed up the pathway, eager to tell my father about whom I really was. It was a beautiful morning. The sun was shining, there was a slight breeze but I hardly noticed it. I was so overjoyed at the idea of finally sharing the truth with my father. We had made so much progress in the last few months. I finally felt like I had a real father, when the Dark Lord died so did the father of my childhood. As my parent's marriage fell apart, my father worked with even more vigor to improve our relationship. My mother supported this newfound relationship unwaveringly.

I arrived at the front door the quickest that I ever have. I knocked on the door and waited a minute or two before my father's live-in nurse, Appoline, met me. Father hired Appoline about three months ago; she was quite pretty and, of course, pure blood. Apparently, the dark objects that the Dark Lord had my father safeguard were detrimental to his health. The healers at St. Mungo's told us that since, not only were the objects in our house, but my father had direct contact with them- they drained his life expectancy. Mother and I won't be noticeably affected; although the objects were in the house, we never had any direct contact. Appoline was fantastic and Father was crazy about her. I thought she looked a great deal like Mother did but Mother told me I was crazy.

When Appoline opened the door, a look of pure terror greeted me. "Appoline, what's wrong? Is father okay?"

After what felt like an eternity, Appoline answered, "Master Malfoy, I'm so sorry… Your father… He passed away in the early hours of the morning… I'm so sorry… "

I watched as Appoline broke down, robotically I reached my hand out to comfort her. I didn't realize that she should be comforting me. I couldn't see what was wrong with this picture. I couldn't process this. Father? Dead? As a child, you think your parents are going to live forever. But I'm not a child anymore and father is gone. And now, now he will never know the truth about me. Now I have to live my life knowing that my father never got to know who his son really was. I crumbled to the floor with Appoline still in my arms. We held each other and cried. What started out as such a good day was over. Father was gone. Our second chance died when he did.