CH: 2- Just a Kiss

"Why what Harry?" she asked cautiously. She knew that Harry had a fierce temper and she didn't want to have it directed at her.

"Why didn't you love me enough to wait until you were out of Auror Training? I would have waited forever for you Ginny, yet you decided that you wanted me out of your life. I deserve to know why," Harry said.

"You wanted to be an Auror once; you know the passion that drives you. I didn't need anything to take my focus away from my training," she said and Harry snorted in derision.

"That is a lie if you ask me Gin. I remember the letter I got from you that said you had met someone else who was in your Auror class. It ripped my heart out because I wanted so much to be with you, to marry you and have you carry the name of Potter. You didn't want that did you?"

"Harry, please don't do this," she begged and Harry saw a tear fall down her cheek. He sighed and raked a hand through his hair, he was messing up more than usual with her and it was his own fault.

"I wanted a family with you, one that we could raise together and be proud of. Hell, I still want that, but only with you. Don't you understand that I can't love anyone else?" he asked and Ginny looked up at him, tears streaming down her cheeks.

"What about Malia Moon, did you love her?" Ginny asked and Harry felt those words like a knife in his skin.

"The Daily Prophet exaggerated our relationship…" he began but Ginny interrupted.

"Don't lie to me Harry, you can lie to yourself all you want but you know that I can tell what you really feel," she said and she stood up again, bent on having her own way and getting away from him.

She needed to hug the one she loved most and tell them how sorry she was for lying to them for years. She needed Harry to stop looking at her the way he was because she was going to do something that she would regret.

"Just tell me that you fell out of love with me and I'll accept it and move on, but not until then," he said.

"You chose Quidditch over me, so I chose being an Auror over you, it is that simple," she whispered painfully and felt tears come into her eyes again. No, she told herself, you cried over him for two years and you moved on, don't be stupid now.

"I did what!?!" Harry shouted and Ginny's heart beat painfully against her chest.

"When you accepted the contract for three years with the Canons you chose Quidditch over me. I know how much you love to play Harry and I know that you would have stayed with them. Would you have ever been home with me or our children?" she answered him with a question and it irritated him.

"They offered me a contract for ten years but I refused and chose three because I knew that you wanted to finish school and go through Auror training. That is three years Ginny; I would have done anything you wanted me to do just so I could be by your side. Hell, I would have worked at the Ministry as a paper pusher in order to stay with you. You just didn't love me enough to ask me," he said, trying to hurt her with the truth. It was working.

"I thought you were leaving me," she whispered and Harry watched her face crumple as she began to sob. Without thinking about or even considering the fact that she was married he pulled her into his arms and held her tight to his chest like he used to do so many years ago.

"Shh baby, it's okay, everything is okay," he murmured and kissed her hair softy as he ran his fingers through the silky locks. She turned her head up to look him in the eyes and he saw that her heart was broken, and it was his fault.

"It isn't okay Harry; I have wasted so many years when we could have been together and happy. It's my fault."

"There isn't anything we can do about it now, you have someone who loves you and depends upon you and I am under contract with the Cannons for another five years. I wish things had been different Gin, I really do," he whispered and before he could take another breath her lips were pressed firmly against his, memorizing them for future reference.

He couldn't say no, no matter how hard he tried and how wrong his brain said it was. His heart was screaming that it was so right and he couldn't refuse it. His tongue traced her bottom lip and she moaned and opened her mouth a little to let him in.

It was perfect, they knew exactly where to touch and how to move their lips just right to give them both the maximum amount of pleasure. Ginny felt his hand move up her back and she pressed into it, remembering how it felt to be touched by him.

"Don't stop Harry," she whispered and he broke away from her and stared at her rosy lips.

"This is wrong Ginny," he said and he stood up and moved away from her. "You have someone and I can't just ruin your marriage like Malia's."

"I'm a grown woman, if I want to kiss a man my parents can't tell me no. You and I have been intimate Harry, and it was just a kiss…"

"…it was just a kiss…" That kept running through Harry's head as he tried to sleep that night. It was so unlike the Ginny he knew and loved that it hurt him. Perhaps he had never really known Ginny, he had only thought he did, but how could he have been so wrong? He needed to talk with someone who knew her and he knew just the person who could help.

"Ron!"

Ron turned around and saw Harry walking over to him, his hands pushed deep into his pockets. "What is it Harry? We are a little busy at the moment so make it fast," he said as he helped his brothers construct a gazebo for the wedding vows.

"I need to talk to you about Ginny," he said and suddenly everyone froze and stared at him. It was unnerving to have seven pairs of interested eyes on him at once. Harry saw Bill turn to his father and whisper something. Arthur shook his head as he looked at Harry and then he shrugged.

"Give me five minutes to finish up the roof and then I will take a break," Ron said and Harry walked off into the paddock that the Weasley's kept for Quidditch practice. It was here that he and Ginny had made love for the first and last time, it was still just as beautiful too.

He walked around slowly, trying to get his thoughts in order so he wouldn't say something he would regret. Too late, he decided, he already regretted that he had to talk to Ron in the first place. His feelings were going to put a damper on the wedding. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair; it had become a usual gesture for him after he had seen his father do it in the pensieve.

What was he going to tell Ron? He didn't think that "Oi, Ron I went and snogged your sister and helped her cheat on her husband because I still love her. What do you reckon I should do about it?" would go over very well. Ginny always could get to him like no one else; he just wished that he hadn't given her up so easily.

"Harry, are you all right?" Ron asked as he walked into the paddock. Harry's face was in his hands and it looked as if he were going to scream or cry. Neither would be a very good idea in Ron's opinion, but he had to help his friend.

"Can I ask you a few questions?" Harry said softly. Ron nodded and sat on the grass beside him.

"If this is uncomfortable for you we don't have to talk," he told him and Harry laughed coldly.

"No, this is something that has to be said I'm just not sure how to say it." Ron waited, knowing that Harry would only speak when he was ready to speak. Years of experience with a brooding Harry had taught him that. "Are Ginny and Michael having problems?"

Ron looked stunned for a few moments, he couldn't think of an answer to give him that wouldn't break his promise to Ginny. He could still remember her tearful plea when she found out that he was coming to the Burrow. She had begged him for hours and now he was going to break his promise. "Why would you think that they are having problems?"

"Yesterday when we went to the garden to talk I got her upset and then I comforted her. I swear I didn't know what was going to happen," Harry said and Ron's head swung to see his friend's miserable expression.

"What did you do Harry?"

"I kissed her…"

Ron burst out laughing and he slapped his knee. "That is hilarious; I can't believe that mum won the bet!"

"What are you talking about?" Harry asked, hurt that Ron was laughing at something that he found mortally wrong. Adultery was the worst of all sins in his mind, and he had helped two women to commit it. He was going to hell for sure.

"Mum, Hermione and I made a bet when you and Ginny went out to the garden. Mum said that even though Ginny is still mad at you for leaving her all those years ago once she broke down and cried you wouldn't be able to help but take her into your arms and comfort her again," Ron explained and Harry still couldn't figure out what was going on.

"Isn't she married?" Harry asked in a bewildered voice. Ron laughed again, this time more at himself that at Harry.

"I told Ginny that she wouldn't be able to keep her secret for long. She and Michael got a divorce in October, Harry, things weren't working out for them," Ron clarified and he was delighted to see that Harry didn't look so angry any longer.

"What did you and Hermione bet?" he asked casually.

"I bet that you would come back in with at least one black eye after Ginny had gotten through with you and Hermione seemed to think that neither of you would speak at all. I guess mum knows best huh, Harry?" Ron said with a grin.

"You know, Ron, I am still angry with you for lying to me. I am not going to forgive you this easily," Harry said. The grin faded from Ron's face and his ears went red. "There is something you can do to make it up to me though…"