This is the sequel to It Only Hurts When I'm Breathing. You'll still understand it if you don't read that, but it would be lovely if you'd read that too!
NOTE: The second chapter will more than likely not be up until early January due to Christmas and a trip to Canada.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter yadda yadda.
Chapter One: Off Its Axis
Ginny ran water into the coffee pot groggily and early that Monday morning. Harry would be up soon, and she needed her coffee before she could face the world. She put some of the ground coffee beans into the water, and turned it on. She tracked outside and fetched the muggle newspaper from outside at the foot of the driveway. On her way back into house she picked up the rugby ball from the yard. Ginny inhaled as she entered the kitchen again. The rich smell of coffee enhanced her senses. She turned off the maker and poured herself a steaming cup. Ginny dumped sugar and milk into the coffee and stirred it until it was brown. She sat at the table and picked up the Daily Prophet. The cover story was about a breakthrough in cauldron theory. Ginny just flipped right over that. As she skimmed she saw headlines about one of the Weird Sisters being killed, Quidditch scores, and product sales. Nothing interesting or important graced the newspaper today, so she set it aside. Ginny got up and rinsed out the mug sitting it in the sink. Harry came in as she put bacon on the frying pan and beat scrambled eggs at the same time. "Morning love," Harry said cheerfully pecking her on the cheek. "I don't know whether to laugh or be disgusted at how brilliantly happy you are in the morning." Ginny slapped his hand gently as he reached to take bacon off the pan. "Get a fork and sit at the table if you want some." She was still a little upset with Harry from the argument they'd had a few days ago. He had slightly suggested she were lazy for not working.
"What inspired you to cook and not leave me to McDonald's this morning?" Harry inquired, sipping his coffee. Ginny sighed thoughtfully as she scraped eggs and placed bacon on his plate. "Nothing to do really, no good articles in the Prophet, could care less about muggle politics," she stated sitting across from him with her own breakfast. Ginny studied her husband with amusement. She found it funny the way he wolfed his meals, and wondered why he didn't feel well tewnty minutes later. This was Ginny's only real alone time with him. Harry was always at work, and when he wasn't Ginny was busy with the kids. Harry and Ginny had three kids. Julian was there youngest, he was nine. Katie and Madison were fourteen. Ginny's ex-fiance, Chase Cameron, had left her when he learned she was pregnant. As a result Ginny married Harry, who took the girls as his own. "I have to be off now, baby, I love you," he said hugging and kissing her goodbye. She sighed and proceded with the household chores. Ginny did the dishes, did the kids' laundry, did Harry's laundy, her own laundry, scrubbed the tables and the counters, tidied Harry's study, cleaned the guinea pig's cage, changed the cat litter, and let the dog out. When Ginny finally decided she had finished the household chores, she left a note to Katie, Madison, and Julian and went to the bank and grocery shopping. When she got home Katie and Julian were in the living room with none other than Chase Cameron.
"Ginny!" Chase exclaimed standing up off the couch. "What are you doing here Chase?" Ginny eyed him suspiciously and put her purse on the counter. "Katie, Julian, bring in the groceries." The kids nodded, glumly, and trudged out to the car. "I asked you something, Chase, what are you doing here?" Chase circled around the couch until he was right up to Ginny. "I came to see you and the girls," he said flashing his big Hollywood kind of grin. "The girls and me? I don't think so," she said, instinctively blocking the hallway that led to the children's bedrooms. "Come on, Gin, I'm their father, they need to see me," he tried to coax her into moving but Ginny wouldn'y buy it. "You didn't care fourteen years ago," she said, trying to keep a steady voice. "Oh, honey, I was scared," Chase said reaching for her face, "Surely you can understand?" Ginny turned her face from his hand. "You have no rights to see them, they have a father." Ginny knew from past experience with him, that this had made him angry. "What are you talking about? I'm their father! I put my dick in you, and they were the result, I am the father," he said harshly. Tears stung Ginny's eyes. She was not used to being treated that way anymore. "Chase," she started, but he interrupted, "Don't you 'Chase' me, woman." Chase backed her into the wall. Ginny wondered why the kids had not come back in. She sucked in a shaky breath.
Chase's expression shifted. "Oh, Ginny..I'm so sorry," he said tenderly, putting his hand to her cheek. "I've just missed you so sorely, I finally find you and your married, and you've given my children away." Ginny put her hand to his in attempt to move it, but her hand ended up resting there. "I need you back Ginny," he closed his eyes. "I-I can't, I'm married, I love Harry," she sed moving his hand. "Or do you?" Ginny stared at him. "Yes, I do, Chase." His expression changed to pleading. Chase leaned in and kissed Ginny softly on the lips. A bitter wave of guilt washed over her. "Chase, no," she said finally, pushing him away. "I love him, he loves me, don't do this to me." Chase brushed the hair from her face. "Just think about it, and consider it, that's all I ask of you," he said biting his lip. "I will do no such thing," Ginny told him sharply, but she knew she would think about it. That kiss threw her near perfect world off of its axis. "Here's my number," he said scribbling on a paper and handing it to her, "Call me later." Chase left the house and Ginny ran to her room, ignoring questions from Katie and Julian.
Had Ginny really just thought about another man like that? Had she really enjoyed that kiss the way she did? Was she really betraying Harry with these thoughts? She couldn't even sit on the bed. She shared it with Harry, and another man had just kissed her and she'd enjoyed it. Just a little bit. Chase had never been good to her. He'd cheated on her, lied to her, and barracaded her from her family. He'd come home at night eat and beg for sex, and when he didn't get it he went out to a bar, got drunk, and had sex with some random woman. Still, Ginny couldn't soothe the guilt. She was in doubt between Chase and Harry. She was doing this to sweet Harry. Her Harry who would bring her home flowers just because he was thinking of her, came home at night and helped Katie and Madison with their summer homework,and had long conversations with Julian about his cartoons. That wonderful who had brought meaning back into Ginny's life. She was betraying him by being stuck between them. All Chase had done was kiss her. So easily was Ginny thrown off track. So easily had Chase Cameron came back into her life.
So that's chapter one. How was that? Please R/R!! Flames are perfectly welcome, as most of the time they help me be a better writer.