Ginny was no idiot. She was never the top of her class or anything, and she wasn't in some job meant for geniuses and prodigies like so many of her friends and family, but she wasn't an idiot. She knew her marriage to Harry wasn't the happily-ever-after she'd always imagined. She knew that he was growing distant from her. She just couldn't understand why.

The first time she'd noticed was the first time he screamed Hermione's name as he bedded her. She was so upset after that, but Harry began apologizing the moment he realized what he'd said. It didn't take much to see that he really was sorry and Ginny forgave him quicker than she'd thought possible. But it created a new paranoia inside her. He said Hermione's name. That wasn't something Ginny could forget quickly. But at least whatever feelings Harry had were unreturned. After all, Hermione had helped Ginny to get with Harry in the first place, and she wouldn't have done that if she herself had feelings for him.

Nonetheless it was a relief to discover she was pregnant. Harry will love this, she thought. He'll be so happy, he won't even look at anybody else. He'll stay with me and our child.

And he was happy. They spent months preparing, making a nursery, buying books with nursery rhymes (both magical and muggle, Harry insisted. Our child should know both worlds), and thinking of the perfect name. If it was a boy, they would be Alex James Potter. If it were a girl, it would be Lily-Anna Violet Potter.

When Ginny's due date finally came Harry was busy at work, dealing with a group of wanna-be death eaters. They weren't in the same league as Voldemort, but the ministry was taking no chances—they all had to be caught. So it was that Ginny gave birth without her husband. She named the child James Sirius Potter.

His two fathers, she thought. There's no way he'll think of anything but this child.

But then it happened again. They were making love and he said Hermione's name again. This time Ginny screamed and shouted and cried, and she may have thrown a dish or three at him. He left their house, leaving Ginny to think over what had happened. After a few hours she came to the conclusion (with James' help) that she may not have reacted too maturely. She dressed nicely, did her hair, and hoped she'd look brilliant to Harry. She also cooked dinner herself, refusing all help from Kreacher, feeling that this was a nice gesture.

We can make this work, Harry. I know we can.

The next few months went by and Harry seemed to be happier than ever before. And Hermione announced that she was pregnant, and everyone seemed happier. But Harry also seemed nervous. He jumped at odd moments. Sometimes he wouldn't look Ginny right in the eye. Sometimes he'd glance nervously at Hermione's swelling belly, as if he was worried about the baby for some reason. Ginny would ask if something was wrong, but Harry would deny any nervousness or anxiety. He'd tell her he had no idea what she was talking about. Eventually Ginny stopped.

When Rose was born, Ron and Hermione made Harry the godfather. And then he spent so much time at their house with Rose. Combined with work, it seemed the only time he was home was when he was taking care of James.

But perhaps it was just an adjustment period. After a month, Harry apologized to her, admitting he hadn't spent as much time with her as he should have.

"I'm so sorry," he had said, "I promise, I'll make it up to you." He kissed her and they slept together again. This time Harry said nobody's name.

Soon enough Ginny was happy to find herself pregnant again. Perhaps it'll be a girl this time, she thought.

But Ginny found herself noticing Hermione's odd behavior, and she recalled how nervous Hermione had been while pregnant with Rose. It wasn't just the nerves of a first time mother, Ginny was certain. She hadn't acted like that. Yet what else could it be? Every once and a while a stray thought entered Ginny's mind, thoughts of a betrayal beyond belief.

Months went by and Ginny pushed the thoughts out. They were ridiculous! If she continued like this, she'd become some nagging, awful hag, always accusing her husband of infidelity and betrayals, while having no real reason to do so. Soon enough her second child was born. It wasn't the daughter she had hoped for, but a second son. Albus Severus, Harry named him. For two of the headmasters of Hogwarts, the two who fought the Dark Lord. Initially Ginny had protested using Severus as a name—what had he really ever done for any of them? And hadn't Harry hated him right up to Snape's death? But Harry insisted, and Ginny didn't have the will to start any sort of fight or disagreement over the name. It's just the middle name, she reasoned. It's not as though anyone will ever address our son as Severus.

Harry soon took to inviting Hermione and Ron over. They liked to bring Rose with them, which Ginny was perfectly happy with. Al and Rose took to each other quicker than Ginny imagined they would, never mind that they couldn't talk. The two cousins actually reminded Ginny of her siblings.

This left the adults time to talk and spend time together. They'd had less and less time to do so since graduating Hogwarts, it had seemed. Ginny usually spoke to Ron, talking about their children, which Ron was hoping for another. They also talked about quidditch. Ron often asked her about how her practice was going, and encouraged her. She would ask about life in the ministry, if Ron liked being an auror. She noticed that Ron had developed a certain grimness in respect to the job. It wasn't a huge change, nothing like Mad-Eye had been, but he certainly wasn't the same young boy who was mortified by spiders all those years ago.

While she talked to her brother, she noticed that Harry and Hermione were talking to each other. Feeling her suspicions return, she would try and listen to what they were saying. They always seemed innocent enough, but Ginny always thought she heard subtext, hints at greater feelings, some reverence in each other Ginny had never seen Harry show to her. Sometimes she would notice them looking at each other and Ginny would swear that they were having a conversation. And if they were then what were they saying?

No, Ginny decided and this time she meant it for good. No more of these thoughts. No more of this ridiculous paranoia against my friend and husband. They would never do that to me, or to Ron. Harry hasn't said her name in a long time. He wouldn't leave his children. And Hermione doesn't love Harry, not like that. And of course they're spending time together! They're best friends, and while Harry and Ron share an office, Harry doesn't get to see Hermione that often. They just want to stay close. And after knowing each other for so long, it's no wonder that they'd be having silent conversations. I've seen them do it with Ron, too, though not as often…

They wouldn't do that.

Hello! So here's the fourth chap. So...Ginny and Ron aren't exactly innocent in this either. They aren't actively doing anything wrong, of course, but as this chapter shows, they aren't completely unaware of it. Denial. I'm not vilifying any of the Weasleys, I promise (heck, even in denial, they're still doing a bit better than Harry and Hermione.)

So...tell me what you think.