Harry sighs as he pulls up to the house. He looks at it, he has spent nearly an hour taking longer than necessary to drive home. This was mainly in hopes of putting off the fight that was bound to occur between them. He gets out of the car, presses the button to activate the alarm and walks inside. He sees Ginny sitting in the living room as he walks in, he starts to open his mouth to say something.

Ginny looks over at him, "You could have been home as soon as you got off work if you choose to apparate rather than drive that car."

Harry frowns, not even a minute in, not even a word said by him yet and Ginny has already said something that can draw him into a fight, "Driving is kind of like flying to me. It gives me time to destress and clear my head Ginny."

Ginny looks back to the tv and glances at him, "So you said."

Harry begins to head to the kitchen, "Have you thought about what you wanted for dinner?" He asks, trying his best to avoid a fight or rising to any bait that Ginny may give.

Ginny sighs, "Why not come over here and spend time with your wife first rather than go straight to making dinner?" She asks, her own tone is one of tiredness.

Harry walks over, he takes in Ginny's appearance, ever since she got cut from starter to reserve, she had started to eat more and put on weight, maybe he should have found a way to be more supportive. He looks at her, he decides to take a different approach, "You're right Ginny."

Ginny looks up at him, she is surprised, "What was that?"

Harry shakes his head, "I said you are right. I don't spend enough time with you. I don't seem to make an effort to spend time with you. Lately though, it seems like all you want to do is fight with me."

Ginny scoffs and crosses her arms, "It's the only thing that seems to get your attention." She sees him have a look of confusion, "You see, even now, with my arms crossed like this, all you can do is look confused. Why not do something else? Or at least stare at my tits for Merlin sake? I mean, I am pressing them up right now." She crosses her arms to press her tits up more, "Or am I just not attractive in your eyes anymore?"

Harry looks at her, "Of course you are. Look Ginny, I get it, things are hard."

Ginny looks at him, "No Harry, you don't get it. Yes, things are hard, but you don't even realize why they are hard. My career, what I worked for, it's over."

Harry takes a breath to avoid shouting and then he looks down, "Then why not find something else to fall back on. There are other things you can do besides sit around the house a mope all day."

Ginny looks at him, "Quidditch is my life."

Harry feels hurt at what she just said, "I thought me, and the kids were your life. We should have been at the very least." He says, "After all, you and the kids are my life."

Ginny scoffs, "Harry, please, one, I am not my mother. I won't base my entire existence around my husband and my children. Two, I imagined you would be smart enough to realize that I am capable of seeing through that lie you just said. Even if that is what you tell yourself. How can I be your life when you intentionally avoid coming home to me or spending time with me as much as you can? How can I be your life when we haven't had sex in nearly three years? Our marriage is one in name only now."

Harry looks at her, "Marriage is based on more than just sex. Communication, Trust. All of that is lacking now between us. I've suggested therapy before, but you simply said that we aren't crazy or something along those lines. We simply need to try to talk and work through our issues, one issue at a time. Things can get better."

Ginny looks at him, anger in her eyes, "Yeah, they can." She stands up, "When you grow a pair and pound my sexy arse into the bed."

Harry shakes his head, "Ginny, that won't solve our issues."

Ginny frowns, "What will then? You say communication, but when I ask what is keeping you late at work, you simply say that you can't tell me."

Harry sighs, "Ginny, it's not that I don't want to tell you, it is a matter of security, I literally can't tell you. For the sake of the wizarding world."

Ginny shakes her head, "Another excuse, just get permission to tell me whatever it is from Hermione. You know she'd give it to you. It will certainly lessen the strain on our marriage here. Along with sex of course."

Harry looks at her, "I am not going to ask to give me permission to break rules that puts her career at risk." He storms off into the kitchen.

Ginny yells at him, "Where do you think you are going?!"

Harry scoffs and yells back, "To make dinner!" He rubs his forehead, feeling a headache coming on, 'We got back together too soon after the war. Passions were high, we moved in together, eventually, she came around to helping me raise Teddy. Married and then pregnant, focused solely in raising our children. The only thing that we had in common at Hogwarts was playing Quidditch and both of us having been possessed by Voldemort. In sixth year, it was a mixture of lust, along with a desire to feel normal and escape the reality of everything. Hell, me and Hermione had more in common and had a stronger foundation to be a couple. She certainly wouldn't have let me break up with her to protect her. Or say that I wouldn't be happy unless I was hunting Voldemort. I am starting to wonder how much Ginny knew me, even then.' He knows that part of this is the stress and pressure talking, they had three kids, four, if you count the fact that they raised Teddy together as their own. Even when he admits Ginny is right, she offers nothing as a solution other than sex and him telling her what is going on. She doesn't suggest a date or anything at all like that. Maybe he should have, but he admitted that she was right, surely, she could have met him halfway with that by suggesting what she might want to do. He begins to think of this so-called Bright Lord. He closes his eyes and shakes his head, 'Please let my instincts be wrong. Please don't let it be him.'