Harry sat hunched over his desk in his office thinking about the past weeks. One memory in particular was haunting him.
Harry and Ginny were standing in the kitchen of their cottage, arguing. Harry wasn't sure what they were arguing about or how they started arguing. All he remembers is Ginny yelling "Harry Potter how could you?!"
"I don't know what I did Ginny. Please tell me what I did."
"You know what you did, Harry Potter! How could you?! I trusted you!"
"Ginny. Please." he says as he takes a step towards Ginny, and she takes a step back.
"I can't look at you any more! I want you out!" she says as she avoided his gaze, by looking at the floor.
"But..."
"Out!" she said pointing in the direction of the front door.
Harry looked at her confused, trying to figure out if she really meant what she said. After a while Ginny looked up at him before quickly looking at the floor again. In that split second Harry noticed the hurt in her eyes and the tears that were starting to welling up inside them. "Okay" he said softly. "Let me just get a few things then I'll go."
"Thank you." Ginny said softly, finally putting her hand down. Harry turned and walked to their room to pack a few clothes, and other necessities.
About twenty minutes later Harry came back into the kitchen with a suitcase in hand. Ginny was sitting at the table with her head in her hands sobbing. "Ginny." Harry whispered. When he realized that she wasn't going to look up he continued "Please tell me what I did. I can't fix it if I don't know what I did".
"Then figure it out then Harry!" she screamed slamming her hands onto the table. "Now GET! OUT!"
Harry reluctantly left the cottage. He stood outside and exhaled creating a small cloud of condensation, in the cold night air. He looked up at the stars for a moment then disapparated.
Harry was glad that that fight had happened when the kids were in school. He didn't care to imagine what his kids would think if they had seen that. The only thing he did wish for was someone to talk to about it.
"Ron, when are you coming back?" He said remembering the rest of the events of that night.
Standing outside Ron and Hermione's
Harry knocked on the door. "Hermione. It's me, Harry. Please open the door." he said.
Hermione opened the door, saying "Harry, it's one o'clock in the morning, what are you doing here?"
"I'm really sorry Hermione. I just..." he started before having to take a breath. "Ginny and I... we... she..." tears started to form in his eyes and he had to look away from Hermione's worry stricken face.
"She kicked you out didn't she?" she whispered.
"H...How did you know?" he said looking back up at her letting a tear ran down his cheek.
Hermione looked down at the floor before saying "Come in Harry." and opens the door. Harry walked in."You should sit down" Hermione says as she motions to the couch. they sit down and after a moment of silence Hermione begins to speak. "Ginny told me. Well she told me that you two were having problems. she never went into much detail but, she told me that she couldn't look at you anymore. She told me that she was going to kick you out, and I was sworn to secrecy. I'm sorry Harry. I really am."
Harry didn't say anything. He could barely find the strength to breath. He looked heartbroken, crushed that one of his best friends didn't to anything to help him, or at least worn him.
"You can stay here for tonight." Hermione said getting up from the couch. She walked out of the room and came back a few minutes later with a pillow and blanket. She set them down beside Harry, who was looking at the floor. "Harry." she said catching his attention. "I really am sorry. You can stay here for as long as you need."
"Thanks Hermione." he croaked.
She left the room, and Harry laid on the couch, burring his face into the pillow she had brought.
"Potter!" A voice yelled followed by a pale white fingers snapping in front of his face. Harry's head whipped up from his hands to see Draco Malfoy leaning over his desk, his face five feet away from his own. He jumped back further in his seat.
"Malfoy. What are you doing here?" He said confused. The confusion in his voice slowly turned to a bit of shock as he said "How long have you been in here?"
Draco smirked as he stood up strait. "A little before you mentioned Weasley. You're not living here, are you Potter?" he said looking around the room. There was clothes scattered all across the floor and a scrunched up blanket on the couch with a pillow on top if it. His eyes landed on a pair of boxers on the floor by the couch on the opposite side of the room.
"So, what if I am Malfoy?" Harry said.
Malfoy turned to face Harry and calmly said, "This is no way to live Potter. What does your wife say about you living here? Does she not care?"
Before Harry could stop himself he said "She kicked me out. I have no where to go."
Malfoy raised his eyebrows in disbelief. "So the Great Harry Potter has women problems just like the rest of us." he said, a little venom behind his words.
"Why are you here Malfoy?" Harry said. He could feel his anger rising to the surface, but tried to stuff it down as he got up from his chair.
"This," Draco said holding up a letter "came to my office, by mistake. It's addressed to you." he handed the letter over to Harry.
Harry took the letter from Malfoy. He knew who it was from instantly. He smiled 'Ginny' he thought. "Thank you." He said still looking at the letter.
Malfoy nodded and walked to the door. "You know Potter," he said as he opened the door. "You could always stay with me, if you wanted." Harry looked up from the letter confused at Draco, but before he could say anything Draco left closing the door behind him.
Harry looked back at the letter. "I don't think I'll be needing that invitation." he said, as he opened the letter. He sat back in his chair and read the letter.
Harry,
It's been a few weeks since we last spoke let alone saw each other. I'm sorry for yelling at you. You didn't deserve that. I've calmed down now, but I still cant manage to look at you and tell you what I have to say. I owe you an explanation, but before I do you have to know Harry, that what's happening isn't your fault, It's mine. I was never angry at you, I was angry at myself. I was angry at the fact that I couldn't tell you this. To tell you the truth I still am angry at my self.
I've been cheating on you Harry. I'm sorry to have to tell you this way, but I couldn't bring myself to tell you in person. I've fallen in love with him. I have come to realize that I never really loved you the way I should have. I'm sorry, but I can't continue lying to myself and you. I do love you Harry, just not the way you love me. I'm filing for divorce. The papers should be delivered to you in a few days. I'm sorry Harry, I really, truly am. I hope that one day you will come to forgive me, and be happy for me.
Ginny
"NOOOOO!" Harry yelled.