Full Summary: A few years into their marriage, Ginny has restructured her life and is ready to have a child. Now retired from the Harpies and writing for The Prophet, she's ready for the little miracle of conception. But there is a familiar face at the office and, although initially irritating, there's something about him that she can't ignore, despite her husband's demands to stay away from him.

Disclaimer: None of the following characters or locations are mine in any way, nor am I using them to gain prophet. I'm not affiliated with Warner Bros, Scholastic, etc. Also, the line "Don't cry because it's over. Smile because it happened" is from Dr. Seuss.

Author's Note: This story was originally written as a gift in the 2013 Porn in the Sun Fest on LJ. My giftee gave me a few incredible prompts, one of which included an affair. If this is not your thing, I totally understand. Please no hate. I will say the story is based on emotion and affection, and there is NO character-bashing. Without further ado….

Prologue: The Wedding

The Weasley lawn had an unusually tidy feel to it. From the recently de-gnomed garden up to the paddock where dozens of Quidditch games have been held stretched rows of identical white folding chairs. Hundreds of witches and wizards had gathered, from the highest ranking Ministry officials to Arabella Figg, the kind old squib that had lived just down the street from where Harry grew up. They all held in their hands ivory wedding programs with gold lettering that were being used to fan away the hot August air from their perspiring faces.

The Marriage Celebration of

Ginevra Molly Weasley

And

Harry James Potter

The 20th day of August, 2000

From her childhood room, Ginny peeked through the curtains, smiling at the large number of people that had been able to attend, though focused on the patch of dark, messy hair amidst the several specks of red hair that she knew to belong to some of her brothers. Taking a steadying breath, she pulled herself away.

"Ready, dear?" Arthur Weasley, almost completely bald and with a few grey hairs, was standing in the doorway. His hands were folded together before him and he looked more steady and cheerful than any memory the young woman had of him.

"I am," she told him confidently, walking over to her bed to grab the bouquet. Despite the urgings of her sister in law, Harry and Ginny had decided on red and gold for their colours. White calla lilies with glittering gold edges sat a little higher than the red and white roses. Ginny might have gone without the flowers all together if Hermione hadn't insisted she would want something to do with her free hand while walking.

The trip down stairs took no time at all, and Arthur was reaching a hand out for the doorknob. Ginny threaded her right arm through his left and took another breath. "Hopefully Mum doesn't cry too much," she said, forcing a smile upon herself.

"It's a big day for her too," Arthur reminded her. "Our youngest and only daughter." He paused for a moment, just to look at her face. "Hold tight then; I only get to do this once, and I can't have you falling." They both laughed and then the door was opened. The red-headed beauty and her father made their way between the numerous rows; the enchanted piano that had been offered as a gift during the wedding preparations kept their feet moving forward.

Everyone stood as the music drifted through the crowd. There were several gasps and even a few sobs, though the loudest of all came from Molly Weasley, seated so far up that Ginny couldn't make her out yet as the aisle seemed to stretch some miles. Over a thousand witches and wizards had wanted to attend the infamous wedding, but Harry and Ginny had managed to narrow it down to a few hundred. iHarry/I… He was up there, waiting for her.

Ginny felt the need to speed the walk up to a run, but she steadied herself on her father's arm and gripped the bouquet a little harder instead. There were cameras and women pointing out her dress, but she could only keep her eyes forward. His jet black hair shone in the sunlight, a stark contrast to Ron and George's red at his side. Her bridesmaids, Hermione and Luna, were already waiting on the left. They were all smiling widely, but it was Harry's smile that drew her in, urging her feet to move faster.

At long last, the song ended and their feet stopped. Ginny kissed her father's cheek before he handed her to Harry. Their hands touching soothed her, reminded her to breathe. Where had her bouquet gone? Had she already given it to Hermione? It was hard for her to focus. She could hear the wind in the trees and the hum of the bugs in the orchard, but she could hardly make out the words the preacher standing on her left was saying. She repeated after him dutifully, but only after watching Harry. She made her vows and exchanged the ring, but only because Harry did it first. The man introduced them as husband and wife, and they kissed. Finally, she was Harry's.