A/N: This is just a teeny tiny thing that came to me while I was glowering at a blank screen trying to force myself through another chapter of Crossing Lines. That wasn't forthcoming, but this was, so this is what you get. I've considered turning this into an actual fic rather than a drabble, but I just have too much going on right now. If I finish what I'm working on and I decide to proceed with this, this will be the prologue and I'll finish it here rather than starting a new fic. Love you guys!
If asked, he wouldn't be able to explain why he goes, only that he can't not go. He isn't even sure how it started. He should blame it on the alcohol, but that doesn't feel right. He could site marital strain and the lack of physical comforts from his spouse, but those aren't the only factors. Most likely it's just an inevitability completely beyond his control; a spark that hot can only ignite a fire.
For so long they'd thrown nothing but hatred into the flames, but one moment - one instant of drunken stupidity - had forever changed the course of their relationship. Now, the heat threatens to consume him, fueled by lust it's so much more deadly. There's also a slight possibility that another four letter 'L' word is trying to rear its complicated and frightening head, but he tries not to consider that.
Harry isn't sure of many things. There are only two truths that he knows to be completely incontrovertible. He is married to Ginny Weasley-Potter. He belongs to Severus Snape.