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Author's Note: This chapter has some sex in it, so beware! Yes, and thanks again for those that have reviewed, I appreciate it.
Chapter Five—Betrayal
"Good morning," Harry said to his wife as she rolled over in bed to look him in the eyes. They were both awake but too lazy to get out of bed. He pulled her to him and kissed her.
"Harry, I love you," she said, smiling. Things were a lot different now that they had worked everything out.
"I love you, too," he resounded, stroking her cheek. As you could imagine, they seemed to be the happiest couple.
Mornings were their alone time. It was short-lived, though, as their four-year-old son came bouncing into the room and onto the bed.
"Mummy, may I have some biscuits for breakfast?"
"No, not today," she answered shortly, pulling the blankets up to cover her scant sleepwear that Harry seemed to enjoy.
"Daddy, may I?" he repeated hopefully.
"Your mother is right here. If I tell you yes she will be angry with me," he laughed, ruffling his son's hair, which, like he own, was as messy as can be. It was the color of his mother's, however.
"Okay," he groaned, jumping off the bed and skipping back into his room.
"Well, I suppose it is time to get up," sighed Ginny, throwing back the bedclothes. Harry mirrored her, adjusting his pants as he stood.
The family began their usual routine. Harry got in the shower to get ready for work while Ginny took care of the children. James was already dressed and wanted to help Ginny wake up his little sister.
Abigail, the Potter's two-year-old daughter, was quite the opposite of their first-born; shy and well behaved. It took little effort to get her ready for the day. The kids ate breakfast before heading to Grandma's house for several hours while Ginny went to work at St. Mungo's as an intern.
Taking the advice from Hermione, Ginny had decided to build a career and went to school to become a mediwitch. The hours were easy on the family and she was much happier knowing that she would not just be a housewife for the rest of her life. She loved her mother, but could never do what she did. Ginny was the kind of person that loved action and missed the old days when she was a teenager, and mind the threat of Voldemort, was careless.
Yes, life was adequate. Once Harry realized that Ginny might leave him, things changed for the better. And even though Ginny seemed to have gotten what she wanted, she was still secretly seeing Draco. It should have ended that night in the pub, but it did not.
Just about every morning, while Harry was in the shower, a black eagle owl tapped on the window with a letter for the wife of 12 Grimmauld Place. And just about every afternoon the same owl returned to the mansion of it's owner with another letter. Some were short, others were long. Every so often the letters included a meeting place and time. Occasionally Ginny felt bad for betraying her husband, whom she truly did love, but there was a trembling fear of what would happen if she told him. Or what Draco would do without her.
"Adrienne, damn it!" the man yelped. He continued to soothe himself with his own voice. "Okay, Draco, just breathe."
The three year old just giggled with glee as he clutched his knee and gritted his teeth in pain before he picked up the hard plastic toy and chucked it across the room. This only caused his daughter to laugh even more.
After recovering from his slight injury and Adrienne recovering from the laughter, things were a bit quiet until the little girl spoke up.
"Daddy, where is Sera?"
"She left this morning."
"Is she coming back? 'Cause I don't want her to come back," she said, giving him a sorrowful look.
"Why don't you want Sera to come back?" he asked her, bending down to pick her up and place her small body in his arms.
"Sera doesn't like me."
"Oh, I'm sure she that she likes you. She is just not that comfortable with kids."
"Why not?" Adrienne questioned him.
"Adrienne, I don't know. Why don't you ask her tonight?" he said, in an annoyed tone. He was trying his best to be a loving father but all the questions were getting on his nerves.
"No, I don't want her to come back!" she whined, attempting to spurt tears.
"Okay, okay, calm down. Now are you ready to go to school, " he asked her. She replied with a nod and a sigh. Having a child was such a handful. Draco couldn't believe he agreed to take her. His girlfriend was no help. The only person offering any support whatsoever was Ginny.
Like any other morning, Draco woke up to the curt knock on his door by his butler. Only this morning upon walking into his kitchen to have his morning juice and Daily Prophet he noticed an envelope on top of his paper.
"Edward, what is this? The owls usually don't come in until later."
"Master Malfoy, that was dropped off in the middle of the night."
"Who is it from?" he asked, angered that someone dare disturb him in his sleep. Luckily Edward would do that dirty work for him. The other man just shook his head with ignorance and left to make his Master's bed and set out his work clothes.
Draco carefully examined the thin packaging, taking note of the purple hearts and his name on the front of it. Not again, he thought to himself, suspecting it to be from another one of those young girls that worked at the bookstore and pined over him whenever he came in, which was often.
Finally tearing it open, he pulled out a letter in the too familiar handwriting of Emma Dobbs. He read it over and over again, wondering when she wrote it and if she was on some sort of drug at the time. She kept saying things like, I never stopped loving you, I want Adrienne to know her real father before it is too late.
What is she talking about? This can't be true. Is this a joke, he wondered, the parchment trembling in his hand. As much as he wanted to believe the letter was a joke, it was not. Adrienne Dobbs-Malfoy would be in his custody as of the following week. After her mother's funeral.
Draco Malfoy, currently employed by the International Association of Quidditch, was off to another easy day at work. He was quite fortunate, actually, to have scored this job. After quitting his job as a teacher at Hogwarts, he struggled for months looking for something that would satisfy him. Not that he particularly needed the money, he just wanted to establish a new persona for himself apart from the one he had in school and the one that his father created for him.
Adrienne had no problem when he left in the afternoon and came back late at night. Having grown accustomed to this routine, she enjoyed her afternoons playing with the abundance of toys that her daddy had bought for her. Draco wanted the best for his daughter, and hired a nanny from the Early Development for Young Witches and Wizards that came everyday. She was a wrinkly old witch with a stubborn disposition, but she really did care for Adrienne. After all, Draco had no idea how to raise a child on his own, nevertheless a girl.
"Mr. Malfoy, there has been malfunctions with the bludgers in the standard set being used by the Ballycastle Bats. None of them are aware as to how to contain them," Draco's assistant notified him, holding up an incident report as he stepped into the office.
"Is anybody hurt?" Draco inquired curiously, twirling his quill in his hand and leaning back in his chair with his feet propped up on the desk.
"Well it seems that Finbar Quigley wasn't paying attention and was hammered in the face. There was a medic on site, though."
"Quigley, you say?" Draco snarled. The one that stole Emma and let her die.
"Yes Quigley, sir, " was the response, as the younger man scanned the paper with his eyes.
"Well, tell them there is nothing I can do right now. I am absolutely too busy for the next week."
"But, sir, according to your schedule you don't really have anything to do for the next three days."
"I said I am busy for the next week!" he bellowed, though preceded in a calmer tone as if he hadn't raised his voice at all. "Now, anything else on that piece of parchment right there."
"No, sir," he replied, snubbing the blonde and turning to leave.
"Goodness," he exclaimed to himself, removing his feet from his desk and checking the clock to see if it was lunchtime yet. He would be meeting Ginny today.
As soon as he saw her little red head bouncing down the path to meet him at the muggle 'mall,' she called it, his stomach tied itself in knots. She smiled at him from the across the crowd. Even though they were going to be together, no one could see them together.
She proceeded to the women's bathroom on the side of the food court that no one ever visited. He followed shortly, joining her in the cramped space. As soon as the door was closed he practically jumped on her. She kissed him hungrily. It had been months since they had seen each other.
His lips attached to her neck and she held back a moan. The cold pale hands of his disappeared under her shirt and she gasped, reaching her own hands to feel the bare skin on his back. Before too long he was tugging off her lime green St. Mungo's shirt, exposing her light pink lingerie and the tops of her breasts. He worked his hands into her red locks as his mouth traveled down her chest.
She shut her eyes. I'm not doing this, she told herself, but she needed it. She needed him. He peeled the pink lace off of her as he worked her upper half.
"Draco," she panted, pulling his hands away from her hair. She slid down the wall that she was leaning against, and smiled up at him, as she unbuckled his belt and tugged his pants to his knees.
Now it was his turn to close his eyes. No one did this better than her. His face contorted, as she performed her maneuvers on him. He braced himself with his arms against the wall in front of his. That's the work of the little mouth that's been on Potter, he said to himself. Fuck Potter, right now.
Too much, he thought looking down at her head bobbing back and forth, his mouth gaping wide open before finally reaching down and getting her to stop.
She grinned as she stood up, seeing the look on his face. He gave her a devilish smirk in return before roughly pushing her back against the wall while hoisting her up, allowing her to wrap her legs around his waist and locking his pale lips with her pink ones.
In one motion with both of his hands he reached down and yanked off her bottoms with her lacy underwear. She giggled as his cold hands touched her skin once more and then gasped as she felt him inside her.
Oh my god, I can't believe I am doing this, she reflected as she bounced down to meet his thrusts. Soon enough there was a tear running down her cheek as she thought about Harry, at work, not suspecting anything of her. Draco noticed this and kissed her. He knew what she was thinking, and sure, it hurt her, but this was his time. Potter got to have her every night, and he had to get her to forget about him right now.
Surely enough, as she reached her climax, she buried her head in his shoulder to prevent herself from screaming. He drove into a few more times before he reached his own end, gasping lightly. The two's eyes met with an intense stare, hers still slightly glistening, his hard without too much emotion as usual. She was set back down on her feet and, without hesitation, pulled her pants back on and re-hooked her bra. He handed her the shirt and buckled his own trousers.
"Draco, I still love you, you know?"
"Yeah, I know," he admitted, avoiding her eyes at this time as she tried to look at him.
"Come on. How many times do I have to tell you that I can't leave Harry? Not now. Not ever. It will ruin me and my family. As long as we can still do this, you will be alright, won't you?"
"No, Ginny, I'm not going to be alright. I don't want to fucking share you. I hate that we can only talk through letters. What if he finds one, what then? You said you get rid of my letters, but I know you are lying. You keep them in that little pink box of yours hidden in your closet."
She looked stunned that he would know that.
"Shocked? I know you, Ginny. I know more about you than he does. Why can't you see that?"
"Draco, I don't know what to say-"
"Say that you love me."
"I love you Draco, but-"
"But what? There should be no buts in love, right? Ginny you are the first person I have ever felt this way about. I have loved four people in my life. Only four! So I may not have that much experience in it, but I do know that if you love me more than Harry..." his voiced faded off. What if she didn't love him more than Harry? "Never mind."
She wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him tightly. "I have to go back to work now. I will talk to you later."
And with a kiss she walked out of the bathroom, leaving him there to wonder why he refuses to let her go.
"Look, mummy! It's Harry Potter!" a little girl exclaimed as she spotted the tall dark-haired man, who was in fact Harry Potter. After saving the world, in so many words, he was unable to walk into a public place without getting recognized. It was kind of annoying, but he had learned to deal with it. Just smile, nod, and proceed.
Today he wanted to buy Ginny something special. He didn't know why, but a gut feeling was telling him that she was having a bad day and he wanted to make it better. Even if she wasn't, there were always brownie points he could score.
Now, the question was, what should he buy her. Being a guy, he already has to overcome the difficulty of where to shop, but someone recommended this place to him, so that problem was solved. But what to get her…
"Hi. Can I help you find anything?" a perky woman came up behind him and asked him. When he turned around he immediately recognized her as Lavender Brown.
"Oh my! It's you Harry," she giggled lightly.
"Hi, Lavender. Yes actually you could help me find something," he stated. "I'm looking for something nice to get Ginny."
"Oh, well, you've got the right person," she smiled. "Let's see, what kind of something are you wanting to get her? We have jewelry, clothes, books, I mean every girl loves a romance novel."
"Well, you are a girl. What do you think she would like?" he asked apprehensively.
"I, personally, would enjoy some jewelry. But then again, the two of us are pretty different. Hmm, Ginny is a challenge." The blonde bit her lip in concentration. "You can never go wrong with something sexual, but we don't sell that stuff here."
"No, I don't think that is what I want to get right now. She needs something that she can relax with. She works all day and then she has to come home and take care of the kids."
"I've got it!" she chimed. "We have these potion collections. Some of them are lotions that you rub on and it is like instant muscle relief. They have bath potions in them for relaxation. You have to get her one of these. Trust me, she will love it. Why didn't I think of that at first?"
"This sounds great."
"Price is not a factor for you, right? Because they are sort of expensive. I mean I, myself, couldn't afford one. I've just heard from other people about them."
"No, it's not really a factor."
"Great! Ok, now what kinds of scents do you think she would like?"
"Draco, why can't you get rid of her for one night? We need to be alone. Every time we try to get something done, she has to come up and ruin everything."
"Sera, I don't have anyone to watch her. Maybe you should try to befriend her, because from what she has told me, she doesn't like you."
"What? She's a baby. She doesn't know what she is talking about," replied the woman in disgust. She flipped her long brown hair over her shoulder and rolled her eyes.
"Adrienne is three and she is very smart for her age," said Draco, matter-of-factly.
"Can you not ask that girl, Ginny, to watch her?"
"Ginny? No. Just forget about it, okay. You can stay for dinner tonight if you want, but Adrienne will be here."
"Draco, I know that you love your daughter and I respect that, but I have to have this. It's been over a week. Do you know how desperate I am getting? Tell me you haven't had the urge?"
"Sera, I'm sorry that I have other responsibilities than satisfying you."
"I know, but—"
"But what? I already told you how it is going to be. So I will see you later if you decide to join us for dinner."
Just as Sera was about to attempt to seduce Draco with her ways, Adrienne waddled into the room, holding up a drawing, which was really just a bunch of scribbles.
"Look, Daddy! I made a picture!" she squealed with a huge grin.
"It's beautiful, just like my little princess," he responded, bending down to pinch her cheek. When Adrienne noticed Sera standing slightly obscured on the side, she rolled her little grey eyes.
"What is she doing here?" she whispered to Draco, pointing at the woman. Though being three she wasn't that good at whispering. Sera looked at Draco and he motioned for her to say something nice to his daughter.
"Hi, Adrienne. How are you today?" she asked with an obvious fake smile.
"I'd be better if you weren't here," she smirked the famous Malfoy smirk.
"See, baby, she hates me," Sera whined at Draco. "I am trying but she is not giving me a chance."
"Adrienne, do you think you could be nice to Sera for once. For me, sweetie?"
"No." The three year old crossed her arms and stomped out of the room with furrowed brows.
"Now, where were we Drakie-baby," Sera breathed, moving closer to Draco until finally they were pressed against each other with his hands in her back pockets. She reached up and pulled his face to hers, and kissed him roughly. She gazed up and him with a soft chuckle, basking in her victory.
Her fingers moved to play with the buttons on his shirt, and she undid them one by one. Soon enough, the couple found themselves tangled up in the sheets of Draco's bed, and finishing up right as dinner was called to be served.
"Ginny, I'm home," Harry called as he entered 12 Grimmauld Place with a package behind his back. Unfortunately his wife was nowhere he could be heard. After slipping off his shoes and removing his jacket, he crept up the stairs with the gift.
As he reached the second floor, where the children's bedrooms were located, he could hear faint voices of his family. Advancing slowly, Harry approached his daughter's bedroom, peeking around the door to find his wife sitting on the pink rug in the middle of the room reading a book to the toddler.
He leaned against the doorway in plain sight and admired the two females of his life. Ginny continued to read until Abby jumped off of her lap in excitement.
"Daddy!" she squealed as she ran into his arms.
"Hi, sweetie. How was your day?"
"Good."
"Is mummy reading to you?" She responded with a nod. Ginny grinned at her husband as she lifted herself off of the floor.
"Abby, dear, how about we finish reading this after supper, okay. Why don't you go find your brother and play with him?" And with that the two-year old trotted off and out of her daisy-covered room.
Ginny walked up to Harry and kissed him, not noticing his hand behind his back still. "Long day at work?"
"Yeah, you could say that. We have some new leads on the case."
"That's great," she said with a smile. As nervous as she was, she was hiding it brilliantly.
"How was your day? Was it stressful?" he hinted.
"Tell me about it. There were so many splinching accidents today I thought I was going to go crazy."
"Well, here," he said, revealing the bundle that was hidden all along. "How about you relax with this?"
"Oh, my, Harry. How wonderful! How did you know that I have been wanting one of these?" She inquired with amazement.
"It's…I just know." He searched for the right words, as he watched her face light up with happiness.
"Thank you, so much," Ginny said, hugging her husband tightly. "I'm going to have to use one of these tonight. Maybe you can join me."
Harry just smiled at the thought.
"I have to go start supper, now. Thank you, again."
And she descended down the stairs to the kitchen, leaving Harry still standing in his daughter's bedroom. Yeah, he was good.