TO MEND A BROKEN HEART

Disclaimer: I don't own either Harry Potter. I don't mean to cause harm or confusion. Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling. I gained no profits from this story. This is written purely for my own entertainment.

Warnings: Slash, M/M love. (DON'T LIKE DON'T READ)

AUTHOR NOTE :This was written down when I'm in a reading Harry Potter fic marathon. I already have a concrete plot on how I'm going to complete this fic. I love slash fic but often discourage when read about bottom Harry fic. I mean, come on... Harry? A bottom? I just can't think of him as a submissive really. So...this came out instead. Just a fic to fulfil my own dissatisfying emotion toward how little TOP HARRY fic is.

CREDIT(BETA): Thank you DrarryLover28 for helping me with this chapter.

CHAPTER 1

Harry sighed and walked to the living room from the fireplace and looking around. Everything's really quiet and still. He collapsed heavily on the couch and closed his eyes. He was supposed to be having a really intense Quidditch practice but it was abruptly cancelled at the last minute due to the terrible weather. It was stormy back at the field so he decided to go back home and spend the evening with his family. Where is my son? With this in his head, he got up and stretched his body. Sighing in relief, he decided to go to his son's bedroom, hoping to ask him whether he want to go to the Weasley. He couldn't help but smile at the thought of his son. It's his first child after all. James Sirius Potter-named after his father and godfather, James Potter and Sirius Black.

But then again, Harry felt guilty because in these past two years he can say he's never really been there for his son and wife. It's always been Quidditch, Quidditch and more Quidditch. His routine has always been going off to work before his son wakes up and coming home after James is already asleep. He didn't mind the extra money and fame it gained him, but he hated that it always took priority and kept him away from his family. Quidditch was always supposed to be a hobby—something he did on the side, but in the last two years he'd been promoted to captain and was busier than ever. Fortunately, his wife has always been exceedingly understanding of his busy schedule and long hours. She has learned that having Harry means making sure that all the house chores are done and keeping James happy is the most important thing. Sure, she'd complained about his absence at home at first, but after the first six months, she's gotten used to it and has embraced the life of being married to a professional Quidditch player. After almost two year , Ginny has grown less demanding of his time and has found her own activities. She has even been encouraging him to put more effort to his career.

Harry slowly walkeds into his son's room and, to his total surprise, found no traces of his son. Weird. Both Ginny and James should've been at home.Where are they?

"Ginny, honey?" Harry asks, poking his head out of James's room hoping to see Ginny coming around the corner. Instead of finding his wife, he heard strangely familiar sounds exuding from their bedroom. In a panic, he barged into the room expecting to find an intruder, only to find the one sight he'd never imagined. It never even crossed his mind that Ginny could do that to him.

"Harry!" Ginny yelped, looking at her husband in horror. She pushed away the naked man that was mounting her not long ago. Knowing they'd been caught red handed, the naked intruder immediately went to pick up his clothes sprawled across the floor, quickly fleeing the scene before Harry recovered from his shock and killed him. He really didn't want to be hexed to bits by the most powerful wizard of all times.

"How, …how could you, Ginny? …How could you?." the raven asked in disbelief, staring at his wife and shaking his head as if it was the only thing keeping him sane.

"Darling, I'm sorry. It's not like what you think it is. … I, …I just… He…" Ginny stuttered, lost for words and out of excuses while desperately trying approach her husband. With trembling hands, she touched her husband arms only to be given the cold shoulder as Harry turned to glare at her.

"Who is he?" he demanded.

"No one, it's a mistake. Harry, please…I-" she tried.

"Who. Is. He?" Harry demandedcommanded again, louder. , he He wanted—no, needed —an answer.

"Eric." she supplied, humiliated.

Who the hell is Eric?

"I trusted you, Ginevra Molly Weasley! How could you do this to me? How could you do this to James?" Harry spat with disgust.

Harry's mind was a mess. He couldn't think of anything but the fact that he'd been betrayed, humiliated, and forsaken by the one person in the world that was supposed to love him always.

"Please, darling. I wasn't thinking. I… I. Please! Forgive me…I'm sorry!" she screamed as tears started to roll down her cheeks, streaking her face. She couldn't think of anything else to say. She could only hope Harry would one day forgive her.

"Where is James?" Harry asked coldly, trying to mask his breaking heart.

"He…he is with mother,." Ginny answer while sobbing. Once again her hands were pushed away when she tried to touch her husband.

"How long this has been going on? How long have you been sleeping with Eric behind my back? How long has it been you've had sex with another guy in our room?" he asked hotly, trying to control his anger.

"Harry…please…" Ginny shook her head as her sobs became louder.

"Answer me!"

For the first time since they'd started dating, Ginny's crying face didn't have any effect on Harry. There was no love, no pity, and his heart definitely was hardened because of it. All Harry could feel was pure repugnance, frustration and annoyance.

"A year…" the youngest Weasley slowly answered as Harry promptly closed his eyes. So he'd been a fool for a year. "Harry, please. We can start anew again, it's just a mistake. Please, we can move on and we can…"

"Shut up! A year, Ginny. You've been cheating on me for a year! That's not something that can be forgiven easily. Contrary to popular belief, I'm not a saint!" he stated, angrily cutting off his wife's attempt to apologize. "I can't deal with you now; I need to clear my head."

"No! Harry, please listen to me." Ginny exclaimed, frantically grabbing the raven's arms to stop him from leaving. She knew that once he left, he wouldn't be coming back and their marriage would be over.

"Let me go." Harry muttered dangerously, not looking at the red head.

"Please, I beg you. Give me a chance! James needs us to be together. Think of him. Think how this will affect him. We, we-." Ginny cried and begged with her most desperate voice, her knees weakened and instantly gave in.

She remained on the floor as she clung to the hem of Harry's shirt like a life jacket. She knew deep down that Harry still loved her. She knew without a doubt that he still loved James. She knew she'd made a huge mistake. But as the realization that she'd been the one responsible for the end of their marriage hit her, all she could do was cling to the one thing she didn't ever want to live without.

Harry yanked his shirt from her grasp with disgust.

"Have you thought of him when you let other guy penetrated you? Never use my son to gain my sympathy. As far as I'm concerned, you're no longer worthy to be called his mother," he stated, storming out of the room and leaving his devastated wife—ex-wife—behind.

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