"Hello, Mister Johnson," Draco said in morning greeting to Harry's penis before swallowing it whole.

Harry closed his eyes and bit his knuckle, trying hard not to focus on the amazing mouth building an orgasm deep within him, but instead trying to recall why any of this was a good decision. He should be out begging for his wife back . . . At least for the good of the children. They had three kids, each of them at the age where anything that went wrong in their lives now could be extremely traumatizing . . . Like walking into Mummy and Daddy's bedroom and seeing Daddy being blown helpless by a man. Luckily, the boys were at school and Lily was with her aunt and uncle and Draco was lapping happily away on his testicles unbeknownst to the world.

Finally, he came and the blond crawled up onto his lap, the tips of his long, shiny strands of hair playing against Harry's knees and they kissed and rubbed against one another for a moment until Draco crawled back out of his lap and went to the bathroom. Harry closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. What the hell was he doing? Here he was, in the bed he shared with his wife and now his lover thinking about how to get his wife back when the lover was singing Love in This Club off key in the other room.

"Shit!"

"What's wrong?" Draco asked as he leaned nude against the doorway Ginny had never been nude against. He climbed back onto the bed and stroked a hand down Harry's face. "I have to be at work in an hour, but I'm sure I have time to listen to your listless whines of how horrible your life is."

"You're sweet," the brunet said, rising from his bed. "But you don't have to. Go, get ready for work."

The blond stared at him as he walked gingerly to the bathroom, the brunet wincing slightly as he rubbed his lower back before getting up and following. "Seriously, Potter. What's up? I feel like this is my fault."

"It is," Harry said simply, turning on the shower. "But you wouldn't care either way, would you?"

"Now, just wait a bloody minute – "

"Why should I?"

"Harry, listen to me," Draco pleaded, his hand pulling the other's arm before he had the chance to step into the shower.

"I listened to you very well last night," Harry said, his green eyes glittering with the newfound rage within him he was quite happy to find. "You have intentionally ruined my marriage to a woman I love. You have destroyed my children's family and you have not once thought of the consequences."

"How dare you spit out such total bullocks, Potter! Do you forget that I'm going through the same damn thing with Pansy and that I have a child? And you have no idea what I think and it's quite obvious that you will never get your head far out of your arse enough to even realize what the fuck I'm putting out on the table. Fuck you, Potter, and the broomstick you rode in on!" Draco hissed as he flung Harry's arm away and rushed from the room. The door slammed shut behind him and all Harry heard for the next few moments were various crashes and a faint pop.

"Well, it looks like Malfoy is set on ruining your life," Ron said as he stared at the mess of Harry's office. "Looks like the work of a lover scorned to me."

"Shut up, Ron," Harry sighed as he picked up his various broken, yet still squealing dark magic detectors from the floor. Seemed like they were all destroyed by dark magic, bloody fantastically useful they were. Harry chided himself because he just knew coming to the Ministry on a Sunday afternoon was a bad decision, but Ron had insisted they get the paperwork on the Exploding Urinals done quickly. It seemed that someone had taken the cases of exploding toilets from years ago to heart and were now using other bathroom assets to assassinate Muggle public officials. Yes, this is exactly where Harry wanted to be on Sunday afternoon, knee deep in a mess of papers and whirling, screaming junk thinking of the attempt on the Prime Minister's life via a toilet basin freshener rather than curled up at home, snuggled up to a nice blo – the redhead he loved. "Shit."

"What's wrong, mate?"

"Do you think Draco really did this?"

"Oh, most definitely," Ron said with a nod. "He did get mad at you this morning, didn't he? And Slytherins are all for the sneaky revenge things, aren't they? And he's always, always at work, isn't he?"

"He is up here a majority of his time," Harry agreed. "Maybe, I should go visit him."

"Maybe," Ron concurred, wiggling his reddish-gold eyebrows in a lewd fashion.

"Pervert," the brunet said before slipping out of the room with Ron's chuckle behind him. He opted to walk down the Ministry's practically empty hallways instead of making use of the elevators. He feared his stomach would not be able to take the speed of it and the walk also gave him time to think about what he wanted to say to the blond. For some strange reason, he wanted to apologize, to propose that they make up and go back as they were; both lovers and rivals. He winced at his thoughts. That couldn't possibly be a good idea. There was still the looming Ginny factor and he was rather uncomfortable with just being in a relationship dominated by sex . . . even though that was sort of nice . . .

When he finally reached Draco's office, a large room located in the Treasury wing of the building, he noticed that no secretary adorned the small desk in front of it, but he did not think it strange. It was Sunday afternoon after all. He walked slowly to the large, polished doors and he raised his hand to knock, but he heard voices and dropped his hand. He silently berated himself for reverting to eavesdropping, but it was such a familiar phenomenon with Draco that he told himself he didn't care.

"Pansy, I just don't know what to do," Draco said on the other side of the door. Pansy? Why was he talking to Pansy?

"Perhaps pouting and acting like his ex-wife is not the best course of action, hmm?" a soft, sultry voice that Harry did not register with Pansy Parkinson said. He was used to their school days when it was high 

pitched, shrill, and annoying. Now she spoke as if she was completely dipped in warm chocolate. She spoke as if she was trying to seduce his lover – er – her future ex-husband. "I told you the plan you proposed was not a good idea."

"Whatever," Draco hissed and Harry could hear the sneer in his voice. "It was all I could think of to do when that bitch came at me like that. And it's not like it wasn't hard to seduce him –" Harry frowned. "–I thought it might work, but it seems he wants to go back to her, the conniving, plant humping, snarky little bitch."

Pansy's cultured laughter rang out and Draco's joined it and Harry got the vision of the two of them laying butt naked across his desk just yucking it up. He grimaced and shook the thought out of his head.

"I think it's best for you to just leave him alone for now," the woman said after the laughter died down. "Give him some breathing space. Besides, Scorpius and I miss you at home." Harry's frown only deepened; that witch was seriously trying to get Draco back!

"That's not my home anymore."

"You won't even consider coming back?" she asked. Harry just knew that she was pouting.

"Pansy, you knew what would happen if I ever got the chance to be with him."

"Does that just mean you'll let our marriage crumble even if he patches things up with the Weasley?" she gasped.

"I have to chance it," Draco sighed. "I just want him so much."

All was silent for a moment, but finally Pansy let out her own sigh. "Fine. Go on your wild goose chase. Keep hoping for something that was never and will never be yours. Destroy your son's life. I don't care."

"I don't love you like I love him," Draco just replied softly and Harry listened as Pansy burst into tears.

"And I think he was talking about me, but he may have been speaking of his son, but then why would Pansy burst into tears that way over her own son and –"

"Okay, Harry. Shut up. I think we've already established that Draco loves you without all your dramatics. Now shut up and drink some tea," Ron told him as he set the tray down on his coffee table and took his place beside his wife on the sofa. Hermione was frowning in worry for their closest friend, but the redhead patted her knee reassuringly. "How's the tea?"

Harry nodded as he set the delicate cup down on its saucer. "I thought it was just sex."

"Me too," Ron said. "Oh well, perhaps this could help you move on from Ginny."

"What?!" Harry and Hermione just asked simultaneously. The trio had just spend the better part of an hour discussing Ginny's manipulative behavior, the way she supposedly told Draco to stay away from Harry, and her affair with Neville. Harry wiped his glasses off and put them back on so he could stare at his best friend clearly. "What?"

"You need to move on from Ginny," Ron told him.

"From what it sounds like, I need to go get her back," he replied.

"Why would you want her back?"

"Love maybe?!"

"Love, smuve," Ron said with a careless wave of his hand and earned a smack in the head from his wife. "Sorry, luv. I'm just saying that she's just attention seeking. If she's willing to divorce you just to get you to gravel at her feet, she doesn't deserve you."

Harry stared at the other man with wide eyes as Hermione turned to face her husband. "I'm starting to believe you don't like your sister."

Ron narrowed his sky blue eyes at her. "If you haven't noticed, I don't like any of my siblings." As Hermione shook her head at him, he turned to his friend. "Listen, mate, I know this is hard for you with the kids and Ginny going on a rampage, but I think you should just give Malfoy a chance. I think his feelings may be genuine."

"What? Are you the Malfoy Avenger or something?" Hermione snapped. Ron opened his move to say something, but she snarled, "Shut up!" He opened his mouth again and caused her to growl through clinched teeth, "Five minutes!" She turned to Harry herself. "I don't know where Ronald's mind has gone, but I think you should take both Ginny and Draco into consideration. They have both plotted to gain your attention and neither of them can rightfully claim that they are the good guy in this situation."

Harry nodded in understanding. "I just need to ask one more question." Both Weasleys looked at him imploringly. "Is it possible to be in love with two people at the same time?"

Ron had flat out told him no, earning a smack from Hermione for not staying in his no speaking time limit, but the bushy-haired witch had merely told him to keep his options open. He agreed with her, but why was he now sitting in front of his fireplace, debating whether or not to stick his head in the flames for the sake of flooing Draco or just stick his head in the flames for the sake of sticking his head in the flames. Finally, after what seemed like hours of contemplating, he grabbed a fistful of shimmering dust and tossed it into the scarlet ribbons before him.

As usual, the trip for his head into another fireplace was not a comfortable one, but Harry ignored the urge to pull back when he saw Draco's slumped form hanging across his desk at the Ministry. "Draco?"

The blond looked up and around his office to see where the voice originated before he finally looked to the fire. He rose from his chair and crouched onto the floor to look at the other. "What?"

"You alright?"

"No."

"Me neither," Harry said softly. They continued to stare at one another in silence, even as sweat began to trail down both their faces. Finally, Harry whispered, "Do you want to come over?"

Fifteen minutes later, Harry was pinned to his couch with a mouth ripping away the buttons of his shirt, only to reveal his bronze nipple and nibble on that. He gasped at the sensation and whimpered when it went away, but allowed himself to be flipped over so that he was draped across the arm of the couch with his knees pressed against the cushions. Draco was right behind him, kissing his ear, whispering naughty words as he yanked the brunet's pants and boxers down. He slicked up his fingers with a simple spell from his wand before tossing the sliver of wood carelessly aside and he circled those warm, teasing fingers around his lover's entrance.

"Draco, now," Harry pleaded. Those fingers probed him slowly, pushed fully into him slowly, pumped in and out of him slowly, stroked his sweet spot so, so slowly and he was about to lose his mind when the fire suddenly erupted and two figures stepped out.

"Had I known fingers up the ass could have solved everything, I might have tried it," Ginny said glumly as Neville blushed beside her.

"Well, you could always try it with Neville," Draco suggested as the man he was kneeling behind scrambled to adjust his clothing. "I know from experience that he likes it."

Three pairs of eyes looked at the flushing man, who only turned an even deeper shade of red.

"How dare you bring him into my home," Harry snarled at his wife.

She glared right back at him. "How dare you fuck him on the couch my great aunt gave to us!"

"What do you want?!" Harry growled back as he rose from the couch.

"Yeah, what do you want?" Draco purred as he stood and wrapped his arms around his lover. "You interrupted us at a bad time. We were just getting started."

Harry shrugged him away and took a step to the side as the blond and the redhead sneered at one another. "Ginny, what do you want from me?"

"It's not what I want, Harry," she said, taking Neville's hand and entwining their fingers. "It's what I must have."

Harry stared at those twisted fingers and suddenly wished for those strong arms back around him once more, but Draco made no such move. "What?"

The witch pulled a piece of parchment from her robes and presented it to him.

"I'm taking the children."

Author's Note: Ooo! Don't you just hate her! -DMH