Disclaimer: The world of Harry Potter does not belong to me. If it did would I honestly be posting this story on fanfiction?

It was pouring outside, which matched Ginny's mood perfectly.
She was upset, anxious, and angry all at the same time. It wasn't like she expected her husband to be home at a decent hour, but for once it would be nice if he fulfilled his promise. For all Ginny knew he was cheating on her with some low-life prostitute he found on the street. The more rational reason was that he was (once again) working late at the office. Ginny knew that his job was important, but it seemed like he cared more about it then he did about her. All she wanted was to spend time with her husband; to eat dinner with him and catch up, to kiss and hold him like they did when they were dating. She was angry at him. She missed him. She loved him. A crack of lightning flashed through the sky as Ginny looked out the window. It was going to be a long night.

He was late.
It wasn't like he was trying to be late; he was just caught up in all the work that needed to be done. Although the war had ended a couple of years ago, Harry still had that desire to bring every criminal to justice. It dominated every aspect of his life, including his marriage. He tried to spend time with his wife, but even then he was still thinking about catching that next criminal and when he would close the case. He tried to make it home when it was still light out but suddenly an opening in a case would pop up, or there would be some other urgent matter that he needed to attend to. He could never wait til morning and he could never just say no, which was why he was still in the office past working hours. He knew it upset his wife but he thought she understood how important it was to him, how much he valued saving other people's lives. If spending a couple of extra hours in the office every night helped saved people, then frankly Harry didn't care what Ginny thought. Harry looked at the clock in his office and sighed. It read 11:30pm. He still had plenty of work to do if he wanted to close this case before Friday. It was going to be another long night. Frowning slightly, he returned to filling out his paperwork. At that exact moment outside in London, lightning flashed through the night sky.

A/N: Poor Ginny. :( Review Please!