Broken
a/n: this will probably be very confusing, I apologise for any inconvience, but I've decided to scrap the original idea for a story to be told via Sarah's drabble challenge and instead have seperate drabbles.
So this was how married life was supposed to be was it? Late nights and suspicious minds? Never mind the dead sex life. All Ginny Weasley could be thankful for was the fact all three children were in Hogwarts not having to bear witness to herself and Harry argue.
However tonight was a different story. When Harry came home three hours later than usual the first thing Ginny noticed was a woman's cheap perfume. The second, lipstick on the collar. Hands on her hips she glared at him. Did her mother ever have these kind of problems? Ginny was sure Harry loved her the way her father loved her mother. Now she wasn't sure of anything at all.
Shaking her head furiously she left without a word, Harry staring there, bewildered. Ginny exhaled deeply outside her front door. Once she had regained control she Apparated to a Muggle bar she frequented in her youth.
Sitting at the bar alone, her dark thoughts were interupted by a strikingly familiar voice.
"Now now, why is the She Weasel all alone?"
"Get lost Malfoy," Ginny snapped.
"Aah trouble paradise, makes two of us."
Ginny frowned, maybe it was the drink, but did Malfoy actually sound sympathetic?
She looked up, expecting to find the cold glistening grey eyes of Draco Malfoy, instead she found something reminescent of her brief romance with him during their Hogwarts days.
As he pulled up a stool beside her she demanded, "what do you want?"
"No need to snap," he teased.
Letting a small smile escape her lips, Draco bought Ginny a drink. She looked up at her former love seeing that playful look in his eyes and reeling from a broken down marriage, Ginny wondered for a split second, how different would things have been had I picked Draco over Harry...
