Title: Her Dirty Little Secret
Rating: FRT
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Just the idea.
Spoilers: None
Summary: She had no interest in him. Or so I thought. These dreams have proven me wrong. D/G
She's saying his name again.
It's been coming more and more frequent these days.
We lie in bed. She's sleeping. I'm wide wake.
The mumble of his name prevents me from a peaceful slumber.
It never used to be like this.
When we were dating, things were great. We would spend every waking minute together. 'I love yous' would always find their way into every conversation.
Then we married.
The first 6 months of our marriage was perfect.
I'd come home, dinner would be on the table and she would greet me at the door with a kiss and a 'Hi honey, how was your day?'
It wasn't until I took her to a formal ball held by the Ministry, that she started having dreams about him.
That night she was ravishing. A long black and silver dress hugged her hips while a low cleavage line left little to the imagination. A thigh high slit allowed a well toned leg to show though. Her crimson hair cascaded down her back.
I disliked her choice of attire. It was much too revealing. But I knew better than to argue with a hot-tempered Weasley.
The instant we walked into the Ministry Hall, his eyes were on her. And they never left.
Later while I was speaking with my boss, I saw him talking to her, in a rather hush-hush type of manner, as his eyes drifted down the length of her body.
I had no reason to feel jealous. She was my wife. I finally have something he wants. I was actually quite happy.
She had no interest in him.
Or so I thought. These dreams have proven me wrong.
A slight moan escapes her lips as a coy smile forms. The smile that used to be saved for me.
Nowadays, I get a distracted grin and an 'I'm going out…Don't wait up for me.'
Little does she know, I know where out is.
Out is tall, blond, and rather partial to the colour green…and my wife.
The days after she dreams, I act as if nothing happened.
I can't bear to bring it up. It would just make things worse.
She'll just deny it anyway.
And not to sound arrogant, but I would never be able to face the fact that I, Harry Potter, the one who fought dragons, the one who survived Adava kedavra, the one who is know as the-boy-who-lived, has an unhappy, and scandalous marriage.
But at times it seems as if he is far from her mind. As if her laugh at one of my jokes, is enough to cover up her affair. As if the ring on her finger magnetizes to mine was we walk hand-in-hand in public.
His whimpered name drags me out of my revive, as the gold band on my finger burns.
"Mmmm…Draco…"
Authors Note: Special thanks to Ashley for being my Beta.