Author's Note-Thanks for the faves, but no reviews? Kind of discouraging, but not enough to stop me from writing this! Not much Harry/Draco action yet, but trust me, next chapter will have more romance between our two favorite guys. See if you can figure out why this part is named Yellow Skies!

An ear splitting noise that resounded through the house let Ginny know that her husband was home. She picked up the baby, James Sirius, cradled him to her shoulder. He snored lightly, a comforting sound in her ear as she braced herself for the encounter that was sure to come. She could hear Harry's footsteps as he walked into the kitchen from the vestibule, and the opening of the refrigerator as he opened it. Walking softly down the stairs, one of her hands lightly trailed on the polished mahogany banister, the other softly cradling James, who had just turned one. Ginny reached the bottom of the stairs and turned through the doorway where she saw Harry cradling a small glass of fire whisky. "Hey", she said, padding towards him. He looked up at her, but his vivid green eyes were obviously somewhere else.

"'Lo", he said flatly, and grimaced as he downed the entire glass if fire whisky in one gulp. It had certainly earned it's name rightfully, because as it went down, it felt like flames were lapping at his insides. As it settled in his stomach however, he felt a bit sedated. His thoughts still cantered through his head though, but he thought a little more clearly. Ginny laid one satiny hand on his shoulder, and James snored a little louder in her arm.

"Are you okay? Where have you been?" she asked. So it begins, he thought. The questions, all meant to lead him into a trap. Silly Ginny he inwardly laughed at her. He was an Auror, specially trained not to be drawn to verbal lures like the one Ginny was trying to bait him with.

"Working" he said shortly. He had been working all right…working at pleasing Draco. A job that he had, sadly, become quite adept at.

"Ron's been home since nine in the night yesterday. Yet you come waltzing in at nine in the night on the next day, twenty four hourslater. Any explanation?"

"Ron and I don't have the same assignments all the time. We partner sometimes but not all the time-"

"You could have sent an owl" she whispered fiercely as she didn't want to wake up the still diminutive babe in her long pale arm. The scent of the baby's powder scented shampoo had, when she was walking into the gleaming kitchen, with it's chrome appliances, calmed her slightly, making her think that she was prepared to go toe to toe with her husband. But now the seemingly enhanced smell nauseated her, clogged her nose and her mind.

"Ginny, love, I'm sorry" Harry said rigidly. His entire body had tensed, as had hers. Her bright brown eyes looked hard and cold, like the smooth rocks at the bottom of the lake by the Weasley's house where they had spent much time the summer after Harry's graduation from Hogwarts. There was a stiff, biting silence in the room. Harry decided to redeem himself, and asked Ginny almost timidly, "Can I hold him?"

He held his arms open as she placed the now awake little boy into Harry's exposed, slightly brown arms. Had anyone caressed those arms since she had last? Laid delicate kisses on them, just as she loved to do before pressing her lips into his, and staring in his entrancing green eyes, as they kissed with their eyes open, their little habit? Ran their hands through the disorderly hair, gently pulling as they rocked together in a lovers embrace? Watching him cradle their child, who was now holding his glasses in his small fist, and gumming on the end of one of the arms, Ginny had a million thoughts tugging at her mind. She sat in a chair near him at the gleaming table, it's chocolate colored wood showing her distorted reflection.

She raised her eyes from her hand where it was tracing the pattern of the wood on the table, up to her husband. He was beaming down at James, who was gurgling happily, and tickling under his chin. Ginny couldn't contain her rampant thoughts any longer. "When will you stop lying to me?" she asked, almost under her breath. "I know that you're not always working."

Harry looked up at her bewildered. She wasn't stupid, he knew, but she was being incredibly forward. How was he supposed to say that he was having an affair with a man? A married man at that? "You're overreacting" he said simply, standing up from the table, and walking over to the refrigerator to prepare James a bottle. He pulled formula out of the refrigerator, keeping his eyes down and his movements precise, lest she pick up on something, as she had a knack for doing.

Ginny snorted, though she found nothing funny. "I'm overreacting. No, I'm not. I'm tired of the cloak and dagger, and I'm stressed. I have Quidditch practice, I have a baby, I have a husband who forgets me from time to time. I hate asking Mom and Dad to watch James." The baby cooed at the sound of his name and looked towards his mother hopefully. She took the baby as Harry began to heat the bottle. He held the clear glass container in one hand, and in the other hand, he held his wand under the bottle, flames licking at the sides of the bottle as it warmed the milk.

"I never forget about you" Harry said fiercely, banging the bottle on the kitchen island that he and Ginny stood at. "I love you. I love James. I think about you all the time." Except for when I'm with Draco he forgot to add.

Ginny shook her head in disbelief. "You're lying to me. I love you more than life itself, and you treat me like this. I hope whoever it is that's taking you away from me is making you hella happy, cause I'm fucking miserable. At least one of us is happy." Harry sighed angrily and walked with quick, light steps to the front of the house. "Now where are you going?" she asked, desperation dripping from her lowered voice.

"I'm not going to sit here and let you reprimand me like I'm a child!" Harry said savagely as he thrust his arms into the sleeves of his gray wool coat.

"What? You can't leave, I'm trying to talk to you-"

He rounded on her ferociously. "Talk? That's talking? That's you coming at my damn throat Ginny and I can't take it right now, I'm stressed as is. When you're ready to really talk, let me know." His eyes looked like balls of green fire, as they bored into hers.

"How am I going to reach you if I don't know where you are?" she asked, tears streaming down her face and into James' hair. The small child was too busy playing with the thin gold chain around his mothers neck to realize the storm raging around him.

Harry wrapped his hand around the cool silver doorknob, appreciating the feeling of the cold metal against his reddened, hot skin. "Send an owl" he said sarcastically without turning to face his wife and walked back into the night. As he walked down the walk of the two story, wide brick house, he could hear Ginny's sobs, and they haunted him as he Apparated into the air.

Hahaha! Do you get why I named it Yellow Skies? You know how before a really bad storm, the sky turns a scary shade of yellow? Well it happens here sometimes, usually in the summer. Yeah so...review AND fave please!