All things relating to Harry Potter remain the intellectual and legal property of JK Rowling.

Warnings: Confrontation.

Chapter 37: Harry Potter and the Terrible Accusation

25th December, 2017

The scream was high-pitched and loud; it resonated around the room, stunning the two men in the corner. They gaped and looked around the room. After a long screech there came words: "Mu-u-ummy! Mu-uh-uh-ummee-ee-y!"

Harry found the source of the noise first. It was Louis, Bill and Fleur's little afterthought, still lying curled up on the pillow of one of the beds, still almost hidden by coats, but not napping any more as he must have been for the whole time they had been in there.

There were steps on the stairs. Harry managed to come to his senses enough to pull away from George and tuck his cock back in his pants.

Fleur's voice came through the door, as Louis - red in the face and clenched in the fist – screamed again.

"Tout est bien, mon petit, voici Maman !"

They heard her pull on the door. It didn't open, of course, and finally George moved. He unlocked the door with his wand and got hastily up off his knees.

Fleur gave them a quick quizzical look as she shot into the room, but her concentration was on her son. She pulled him to her chest. He clutched her and cried gulping sobs into her shoulder. "Ne pleur pas," she murmured. "Pourquoi tu pleur?"

Harry was just heading for the door, his heart hammering in his chest, when little Louis answered his mother: "He was eating it!"

Harry felt his skin heat. He didn't dare to look at anyone.

"What are you saying, mon petit?"

"He must have been dreaming," George said – too rough, too quick.

"His thingy."

Fleur frowned. She was looking up from her son's hot, blond head, when Bill arrived.

"He all right?" Bill asked.

There were other Weasleys behind him. He smiled easily at Harry, but Harry's face had frozen and he couldn't smile back.

"He was eating his thingy!" Louis insisted.

"Must have been a dream," George said again.

"No!" Louis looked up, looked straight at George and announced to the whole house, as loudly as he could, "You was eating Uncle Harry's thingy!" More quietly he added. "I saw it, Maman, Uncle George had Uncle Harry's thingy in his mouth."

Bill was staring at Harry, as he asked his son softly, "What do you mean by his 'thingy', Louis?"

Louis' little face screwed up with frustration at the grown-ups whi didn't understand anything. "His thingy!" he repeated. Then he pointed to the front of his own nappy and there was no mistaking what he meant when he added, "His wee-wee, his willy, his spout."

Bill pushed past Harry to reach his traumatised son. Beyond the doorway, what felt like several dozen eyes, stared accusation at him.

"It's bad to lie!" George growled behind him. "Louis! That's not what you saw!"

Louis was sobbing again, though, held tight by his parents. Harry felt so sick that he was sure it must show in his face. He'd never been able to lie very well and it didn't sound to him like George was doing it that well, either.

"Why would he make that up, George?" Bill asked flatly. "Where would he get an idea like that?"

"What the fuck's going on?" Ron asked angrily from the door.

"Nothing." Harry's voice cracked.

"Harry?" Ron stared at him. "What did Louis see?"

Harry could feel his mouth moving, but there were no words. Because it was exactly what it looked like. There were no excuses. They had been caught. People were swarming into the little bedroom, now. The noise level was rising. There was anger as well as confusion. And all Harry could think to do was to look at George, to look into his face.

He wanted a hug; hugging George always made him feel better. George could make it all ok. Only this time that wasn't going to work. They never got caught.

Out of the moving mass of red-heads, one face in particular was coming closer. Ginny. His wife. Her face was pale. She was staring at him.

Then she looked away, down, to where Lily was throwing herself at her mother. She was crying. Harry tried to reach out a comforting hand to pat her, but she flinched away from him.

Over all the other noises, someone was screaming. This time it wasn't a child, it was a woman, a screeching accusing harpy of a woman: Angelina. Shit! George's wife. And now she knew, they all knew. But what did the know about? One blowjob. Harry's mind suddenly crunched back into gear. That's right! They only knew about this one time, one tipsy christmas suck. They might still be able to get away with this.

Molly took over at that moment. She seemed to sweep up every child in the room, and herd them down the stairs, somehow drawing the adults into her wake – all except for Harry, Ginny, George and Angelina.

They could still make it out of this with their lives intact, Harry was thinking. Ginny shut the door, silently staring at him. Then she clutched at her head and slid down the wall. Harry's head raced, formulating apologies and dreaming up mitigating circumstances, as he moved towards her. It was just this one time. It was a mistake.

Behind him, George and Angelina were screaming at each other.

"How do you think this makes me look?" she yelled.

"Oh yeah, that would be your prime concern!"

"No wonder you were so crap in the sack! You're a fucking poof!"

"I'm a what?"

"You suck cock, wanker!"

Ginny lifted her head. She looked into Harry's eyes. Her mouth opened, as though she were about to speak, but nothing happened. He squatted down in front of her.

"How many men have you been shagging behind my back? This why you're always too knackered?"

"No! I'm working my arse off for you and our kids, you stupid bitch!"

"Then how come we're still skint?"

"'Cos you spend it like it's water!"

Harry reached out and patted the back of Ginny's hand. "Sorry," he whispered.

"You sure you're not wasting it on rent boys?"

"You think I have to pay for it?"

"It'd be a waste of money if you were; you can't get it up half the time!"

"That's only with you, that's only because you're pig ugly you fat bitch!"

Ginny looked at Harry's hand on hers.

"I knew you weren't a real man! Out picking up boys when you should be --"

"I don't! It's only Harry! It's only ever been Harry!"

Ginny pulled her hand away.