Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter YET! we'll see if things change in the near future :D
Don't worry, this isn't gonna be smut, and like in my other story, I have several chapters written out after this one.
I apparate to the front step of my house, then walk in, excited. What luck that I be let out of work early the same day Harry is off? I can't wait to get back to what we'd been doing last night! Things have been great since the kids have left. Harry is much more relaxed, and at night he can't wait to get his hands on me. He's always saying how beautiful I look, and always acting so romantic. He brings me chocolate and roses, and never leaves me alone, but in a good way. Like massaging my shoulders while we watch romantic movies, stroking my hair while I read, and just being such a gentleman sometimes, and downright silly others. Harry is still claiming he has no idea who sent me a Victoria Secret gift card.
But as I'm heading towards our bedroom to change into something more comfortable than my work robes, I realise something's wrong. The clock would have told him I'm home by now, if his watch didn't first. He should have greeted me. And my watch says he's not in danger, he's home. I hear something coming from the bedroom. But if he's not in danger...is he exercising? To be safe, I grab the extendable eyes and ears (thank you George for expanding!). I strap this onto my head and slip the ends of the flesh colored strings under the door. I have to suppress a cry. Harry is in there, all right, humping some whore who I could have sworn I'd seen on the Hogwarts Express last year! And how could he choose her? Someone so average, with absolutely nothing special to her. Just a classic blow up doll blond, no attitude, no fire. Just curves. I had thought better of him. If she wasn't stealing the man I love, I'd feel sorry for her. Being used, just because one woman isn't enough to satisfy the hunger of "The Boy Who Lived!" But I won't get teary, that's not me, I'll go in there and hex the shit out of him! But wait, why do that when I could do better? Why just curse him and leave him when I could really hurt him, hurt him like he's hurt me? I smile cruelly. It's just my style, the reason Harry fell in love with me so long ago, it's my fire.
Sort of a set-up chapter, the next chapter should be more interesting. If you review it will make me smile :D