p o i n t l e s s
"The moral man knows it's wrong to cheat on his wife, whereas the ethical man actually wouldn't."
-Dr. Donald Mallard, NCIS

Dean was the worst mistake that you've gone back to. You know Harry knows, but it doesn't keep you from telling him you're working late and falling into Dean's chocolate arms, wanting something different.

You love Harry, you do. But somehow it's not the same. Harry once confessed that he once thought about Hermione when you were having sex. You gave him a stone-cold glare, and said nothing. You knew how guilty he felt, and your unsaid confession lingers next to his. I was thinking about Dean…

So it's off to get "coffee" (really just a quick fuck behind whatever shop you can find and then it's back home to the kids and work and washing dishes.)

The first time Dean takes you to his flat, you feel almost honored that he thinks of you as more than just a quick shag. That maybe, maybe there might be something there, something that started when you were fifteen.

The night is bliss; he's bought you roses and champagne and ha! Harry thinks your in Paris for the weekend.

Then suddenly your cell phone starts chirping as the sun is coming up and Dean chuckles as he kisses down your throat, "aren't you going to answer that?"

You roll your eyes and groan. It rings twice more, and on the fourth annoying round of The Chicken Dance (James' been messing with your phone again…) you answer with a breathy "hello?"

"Ginny?" says Harry's voice, exhausted, from the other end, "Can you meet me at St. Mungo's? It's Lily. She- she was raped last night."

The world stops as you drop your phone. Harry's voice and Dean's mix together with chorus's of "Ginny? Gin?! Ginny!"

The world has stopped.