Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, or any of the characters except for Eimear

'Harry!' The voice was so piercing and forced him to frown. The last thing he remembered was falling onto his bed and going to sleep. He didn't hear his wife come in, or leave. But she did. She was nowhere to be seen beside him. And Harry was thankful. He tried to keep his eyes shut and go back to a particularly pleasant dream he had been having. One which was a bit too dirty to repeat. But alas, the voice kept yelling and yelling until he shouted back.

'Coming darling.' This was a regular occurrence now. The sarcasm they both used when they spoke to each other. And everyone picked up on it.

Harry was twenty-four years old. He had went through an awful lot in his life. Much more than a person his age should have. At the age of one he lost his parents. By eleven he was battling an evil wizard that wanted him dead. And when he was seventeen, he finally defeated him. He saw much death in his life and after Lord Voldemort was gone, he thought things would get better for him. There would be nothing but happiness. He had a beautiful girlfriend, Ginny Weasley. They married and had three children. But ever since the birth of their second son, that was when things went bad for Harry Potter again.

'What do you want?' Harry called roughly from the bottom of the stairs. He had put on a pyjamas bottom but remained topless. He knew Ginny didn't like him walking around downstairs like that in case her mother flooed them, but he did it just to spite her.

'I want you to wake up. It's half two in the evening. Do you even want to spend time with your own children?' Ginny popped her head around the door to the hallway, balancing one year old Lily on her hip. The little girl had one hand stuck in her mouth, and the other messing up the tuft of black hair on her head. She looked up at her father with huge brown eyes. Harry felt a pang of guilt when it looked like she had been crying. He could hear James and Albus in .the kitchen, both causing some sort of trouble. Harry instantly recognised Albus' cry. James had probably hit him. That was usually the case.

'I do, but that means I'll have to be around you.' As soon as Harry said this he wished he didn't. James and Albus continued to yell, Albus hoping for one of his parents to come in and put a stop to it. However both were much too distracted with their growing argument. The circumstances were rather difficult. The Weasley's were just like his family. His brother-in-law was his best friend. He should be nice to Ginny. If he wasn't he felt incredibly guilty. But even as more time passed, Harry found he didn't care. He wasn't particularly fond of Ginny, but he still loved the Weasley's and he shouldn't feel bad for it.

The person who had told him this was Hermione. It took her weeks to get through to him. She and Ron were the only people who really knew how serious this thing between Harry and Ginny was. Ginny obviously told Hermione, who told Ron. But that was as far as it went. Harry made Ron promise he wouldn't speak a word of it to his parents. He claimed he wanted to sort it out. In truth he was just buying time.

'Harry, I'm not taking sides.' Hermione Granger-Weasley said hotly as Harry accused her of doing so. 'Ginny is my friend, but so are you.'

'Well, what the fuck do you want me to do then? You don't know what it's like to live with her. She's so frustrating. Then she goes to you, and tells all this stupid stories. Making me look like the bad guy. I'm surprised you're not taking sides.'

'Harry.' Hermione said again, trying to keep her cool even though Harry was practically shouting at her, 'She said you never came home last weekend at all.'

'So?'

'So, it's true?'

'Yea. What's the big deal? If I came home I'd just be depressed out of my mind.'

'Where in the name of Merlin were you?' She knew he sometimes had Quidditch matches, where he'd have to be away for the weekend. But she learned from Ginny, that was one of his weekends off.

'None of your business Hermione. When she stops nagging me, then I'll come home. I think that's a pretty fair deal, don't you?'

Harry knew his whereabouts could never be disclosed. Hermione, although loyal, was also loyal to her husband, who would have no problem telling everyone what Harry was doing if he found out. Harry wouldn't blame Ron for it either. Ginny was his family. You protect your family. But that didn't mean Harry was about to let anyone know what he was up to. Part of him felt ashamed of himself. But he always justified it in the end. For the past six months, Harry was seeing someone else. It was very exciting, everything about it. In the beginning he was very nervous, always thought he was just about to be caught. But as time went on he grew more confident and made much more daring excuses for his absence. Eimear Fennessy, was in fact the real excuse he hadn't been around many weekends. She was a nineteen year old Irish girl, living in London while attending college. Apart from all the Ron business, Harry wouldn't tell Hermione about Eimear for another reason; her appearance. Harry knew all that stupid psychological stuff that Hermione was into. She did so much of it when she went to University to be a healer. And Harry knew for a fact that she would tell him he's cheating on Ginny with someone who looks like her, but just a little younger, because he misses the time they did have when they were young. In truth he did miss it. But in his opinion, it was the end of an era. Stop dwelling on the past. Eimear isn't moody and cranky all the time. She doesn't make him turn around or leave the room when she's getting changed. She doesn't have a fit if she sees him walk out of the en suite naked, in fact, she'd probably take full advantage of his lack of dress.

In a way she did remind Harry of when he was with Ginny those few years ago. He was only twenty-four but he felt so old. He felt that it was much longer than just a few years when Ginny had been a young girl of nineteen. She had looked so pretty. Harry felt that she just tried to make herself look horrible on purpose. He didn't mean he wanted her to dress up fancy every night, put on make-up or anything, but a shower every so often would be nice. Ginny, now being completely consumed with her children, spent little time on herself, and even less on Harry. He understood children needed attention, but he did too. He didn't feel being completely ignored was what every wife did to their husband after three kids. Didn't Mr and Mrs Weasley have seven? Harry could safely say he loved Eimear. He had been with her six months and it completely took all the stress out of him at home. He could endure a rant coming from Ginny for the entire night without batting an eyelid. Over the past few years Ginny's hair became shorter and shorter, leaving her with a bob that came down to her chin. It framed her face nicely, but Harry missed when he could run his fingers through her hair. Eimear, her deep red hair fell to her waist. It was always so soft and shiny and Harry loved touching it. At first when he met her, he used to think of Ginny when he touched her hair, but then he stopped that. Ginny rarely entered his mind when he was with Eimear anymore. And if she did, it was rarely a nice thought.

Eimear, unlike Ginny had huge blue eyes. Dark blue, and sometimes they turned green. They were always painted black, making them stand out the most on her face. She had two facial piercings, one in the centre of her lip, and the other across the bridge of her nose. Harry loved her because she was so eccentric. She also reminded Harry a bit of Tonks. And he wished he could introduce her to Teddy, he thought he would like to meet someone who acted so like his mum. She was studying at the best magical university in England. She was into her third year of wizarding law. It was more than just the piercings that made her look unusual. She also enjoyed tattoos. The first night Harry spent with her he enjoyed exploring her body for her tattoos, hearing the stories behind them. After their fifth month of being together, she did something crazy. She surprised him for their fifth month anniversary with a tattoo of his name on her collar bone. He thought it was wonderful, but felt guilty. He was no stranger to tattoos but even still, he couldn't imagine trying to hide a tattoo saying Eimear from Ginny. She knew that, and insisted it was okay. But he thought it was very unfair seeing as he had Ginny's name written just below his naval. That couldn't have been all that enjoyable to look at. Eimear did enjoy looking at his other tattoos which she thought were very sweet. He had James and Albus each tattooed on his wrists, and Lily over his heart. Harry and Ginny didn't get on, but he never stopped telling Eimear about his children. She could tell they meant a lot to him and he wanted to be with them. It was really a difficult situation. Harry and Ginny's problems were causing Harry to become distant, which in turn made him spend less time with his children. His time home was spent arguing with his wife. Some weekends he'd take James and Albus who were just three and four, with him to his Quidditch matches, but that meant no Eimear that night. Not that she minded. She wanted him to be with his sons, even if it made her a little lonely in the end. But that wasn't anything to complain about. She shouldn't be with a married man in the first place.

Harry enjoyed his Quidditch matches. It gave him a reason to get away from Ginny for awhile. He had to rent a hotel room for the two nights he was away. He'd arrive an hour before Eimear, tell her which room he was in and wait for her to come to him. She had to be extremely careful. This was Harry Potter she was having an affair with. Not just anyone. Things had to be done right, or else it'd be disastrous. He was waiting on the bed for her. He really didn't have to be here this early. The hotel room was just for sleeping in after training and after the match. But he claimed he needed a lot of rest before the game, which he couldn't get at home because of the children. The door to the room quickly shot open and Eimear hurried inside. She briskly shut the door before turning to face her lover. Her cheeks were flushed and her hair was falling over her face. She brushed it back to reveal her pierced face. She smiled slightly. She always felt guilty at the beginning, Harry knew this. So he got up and walked over to her, feeling that they only had Friday night, then Saturday and Sunday to be together, so they might as well get right to it. He grabbed her face and planted a very wet kiss on her lips. Her hands moved up to his and held on to them tightly, as if she was contemplating pushing them away. But eventually, gave in and moved her hands down to his waist. She played with the hem of his t-shirt for a few moments. He was ready to jump into bed straight away, whereas she wanted to linger on the more innocent stuff for a while.

'Harry… Har-' She broke off, giggling as he went to kiss her neck. This always tickled her. He didn't know why, as Ginny used to love this. 'Harry, stop. I have to put something on.'

'Ooh, lingerie?' He asked, he got down on his knees in front of her and pushed her skirt up, so it was more of a bulky belt. 'I don't mind these ones.' He said, taking a look at the lacy green knickers she had on.

'Yea, but these are-' She broke off again as his fingers touched a particularly sensitive area. 'Can you ever let me relax when I get here?' Another thing Harry loved was her accent. It was adorable. It was possibly his favourite accent ever. He particularly loved when she said grand. That always made him smile.

He shook his head at her, grinning slyly. In Eimear's opinion, Ginny Potter was mental. How could she not like this? Her husband was absolutely brilliant at it, and he was gorgeous. Harry had told her that Ginny didn't want to have sex anymore. She could tell Harry was affected, but she was sincerely happy. She didn't want Harry to be having sex with his wife and was glad to hear that the last time they did it was probably about the time their last child was conceived with was close to two years ago. She couldn't believe he remained so good after that length of time. She was envious of Ginny. Ginny had three children with him, she was married to him, and had a beautiful house, she would have been having incredible sex. Eimear on the other hand, was having an affair with one of the hottest Quidditch players ever, and she couldn't even tell her friends. They were constantly at her to get a boyfriend, and she couldn't say she already had one. Harry had told her he wanted a divorce from Ginny. But she knew he was scared. Her family were his only family. They would definitely pick her side over this.

'Hermione, can I talk to you?' Harry had just flooed into Ron and Hermione's living room. The place was a mess. Which was very unlike Hermione. Rose's toys were everywhere. Hermione looked completely insane as she bounced Hugo on her knee. He was one, just like Lily. It seemed all the women he knew were having nervous breakdowns. Ginny couldn't handle her marriage and Hermione was struggling with parenthood. He remembered the night Hugo was born, with Hermione hissing at Ron they would never have another child again. She was content to stop with Rose. But Ron, of course, wanted a son.

'Yea?' She asked, not noticing the urgency in his voice. It wasn't until he sat down and waited for a few moments in silence did she realise that there was a problem. He wanted to tell someone about Eimear. And Hermione seemed the most logical person. She would definitely be able to come up with a solution on the spot. She was good at that. She observed him for a few moments, eyebrows raised, no longer bouncing Hugo, who had seemed to calm down a lot and was now observing his uncle with keen interest. Harry abruptly rose from his seat and began pasing the room.

'Oh Hermione, I didn't mean for this to happen-'

'Whoa, whoa. What? What happened?'

'It's Ginny… I…I. Fuck.' He rubbed a hand across his forehead, feeling a migraine come on. It always did whenever he got worked up about this Ginny and Eimear thing.

'Harry, please don't curse in front of Hugo.' But it was no use. Harry was no on a roll with cursing. Every word that came out of his mouth was a curse and Hermione wasn't able to understand what his problem was exactly.

'Did you and Ginny have another row?' She aksed wearily, 'I told you, you both just need to talk to someone and get it worked out. You know, counselling works for a lot of-'

'I don't want to make it work, I just want out.'

'Harry, you don't mean that.' She frowned at him in distain. 'You love Ginny. You've been together for ages.'

'I used to love Ginny, okay? And I want you to tell everyone.' Harry came to the decision that no one had to know about Eimear. If he could get Hermione to inform everyone of his change of heart then Eimear could be introduced into the equation for what everyone thought was the first time in a few weeks. Sure the Weasley's would be mad. But if it's over it's over.

'Harry, I'm not telling Molly and Arthur that you want to leave their only daughter. Tell them yourself.'

'I can't! They were the only people that were really good to me. I've been practically living with them since I was twelve. How can I divorce from their daughter?'

'Harry, they will be mad-'

He cut her off, not waiting for her to finish her sentence. He was becoming very anxious, trying to convince himself that it would work out okay, 'If I don't love Ginny then the worst thing I could do it stay with her, right? Won't they prefer knowing that their daughter can be happy with someone else if she wants-'

'Harry, do you think Ginny is cheating on you?'

Harry replied with a grimace, and began to wring his hands, feeling guilty after what Hermione had just said, 'I wish she was.' He muttered, running his hands through his hair and sighing loudly. 'Hermione, I am.'

A few seconds of silence went by. 'You're what?'

'It's me. I'm cheating on her.'