Hey, I'm back! And this is where things get juicy. Oh and another thing Ron, Hermione, Pansy and Blaise will come into the picture later.

Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling. I only take credit for Decora Incendius-Malfoy and the plot.

Ginny stared at the ceiling of her bedroom. Harry lay beside her still asleep. She felt extremely peaceful. It was almost an ominous feeling. Like the calm before a storm. She looked at Harry beside her. His glasses were off and his hair was messy as always. She smiled, she loved that he never did his hair. She got up and headed toward the kitchen. She opened the cupboard and she suddenly had a strange craving. She pulled out a jug of butter beer, raw onions and sugar.

Harry awoke to a disgusting smell. The entire house smelled of raw onions and sugar. He headed towards the kitchen and saw Ginny sitting at the table eating a raw onion covered in sugar. As she took a swig of butter beer, Harry sat in the chair across from her. He wrinkled his nose at the conflicting smell.

"Good morning," he said. Ginny stopped chewing long enough to reply.

"Morning." Harry continued to watch as she devoured her sugar-covered onions. "Harry you got to try this. Its really tasty."

"I think I'll pass. I'll just make pancakes instead," Harry said as he stood and headed to refrigerator. As he made a fresh pancake batter Ginny opened the cupboard again and pulled out a pickle jar. She poured the vinegar over the onion and pulled out a pickled. Harry watch in awe. He had never seen Ginny so ravenous. She was always so calm and centered even when she was lust filled. He had to admit that it was slightly funny to watch. He only wished that Ron could be there to seen it.

"What are you laughing at?" Ginny asked with her mouth full.

"Nothing, nothing at all."

Decora washed her hair while she was in the shower and enjoyed the heat coming from the water. As she stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around herself, she looked at herself in the mirror. She wondered if she was good enough for Draco. She sighed looking away. As she entered her room she saw Draco sending his eagle owl away with a letter in its mouth.

"Where's Aquila going?" Draco looked at her suspiciously.

"No where. I'm just sending a get well letter to Ron." Completely believing him, Decora smiled.

"Dray? Do you…are you…I mean would you," she sighed, "never mind. Any way i'm headed out and… I think I'll be home late tonight, kay?"

"Kay."

After Decora dressed and used the floo network to get to St. mungos, she took a breath and admitted herself to pregnancy testing room.

"This is a bad idea Harry."

"Oh come on dray, she said shed be home late didn't she?"

"Yes but…"

"So that means we have time," Harry said pulling Draco towards the bedroom.

"Harry I really don't think we should," Draco pleaded.

"Come on dray. You know you want to," Harry said. He thought for a second. "All right how about this. After doing it in her bed I'll leave you alone. You can concentrate on Dee and I can concentrate on Gin. Fair enough?"

Draco thought for a minute before answering. " Fine" he finally said following Harry to the bedroom.

"I'm sorry maim but I can't find anything wrong with," the healer said. "When you have sexual intercourse are you usually on the bottom or top?"

"Top" Decora said.

"Well from now on, try bottom. Sperm find it easier to fertilize when gravity is on their side."

"Thanks" Decora said breathlessly. Her hopes were dashed. She didn't feel like having sex with Draco every night and she definitly didn't feel like being the bottom. Even though he was fantastic at it after a while he gets bored. The healer saw the sadness in Decora's eyes.

"However miss, if you'd like there is another option."

"At this point I'm willing to try anything.

"There is a new potion we have started using. It stimulates ovulation and it works about 98% of the time."

"Really? What about the other 2%?"

"Those women suffered miscarriages," the healer said. He went to his desk and pulled out a small vial. The vial was in the shape of a large teardrop and the liquid inside it was blood red. Decora's eyes widened. " You take it right before you have sex and you should test positive in a week." He handed her the vial and closed her fingers around it. "Free of charge," he said smiling.

"You have no idea what this means to me. Thank you," she said as she got up and left. The healer stared at the door after Decora left.

"Yes I do."

Decora apparated into her house giddily. She was ready and she determined to get pregnant this time. As she headed to her bedroom, thinking Draco was in their reading or writing, she heard a moan. She stopped dead in her tracks. It was Draco's voice and he sounded like he was in pain. She approached the door cautiously and pulled her wand out. She waited and heard the moan again. It was louder this time and it sounded like Draco was really in pain. She pushed the door open a cracked, so as not to be detected and was horrified be what she saw.

Decora had never had a problem with homosexuals or bisexuals. But she never suspected her husband to be bisexual or to be having an affair with her brother. She backed away from the door slowly. She ended p back n the living room where sat on the couch. She was devastated. She felt worse than when she had captured Harry for her father, worse than when she had killed Draco to save him. She was now starting to regret asking Harry to bring him back to life. What hurt the most was that they had been in her bed. The place where she had told Draco she loved him everyday, the place where he had returned the affection, the place where she had hoped they would produce. Now it was just the place where her husband had cheated on her with her brother. Devastated was and understatement. As Draco screamed her brother's name the tears she had been holding back fought there way though. She sobbed quietly on the couch and let her emotions go inside her. She stood and ran to the fireplace. On top of it were their wedding pictures. They were all smiling and every one was dressed in white. They all looked happy and carefree. Decora remembered how good it had felt to profess her love for him before Merlin. She grabbed every picture.

"Sentimental bullshit," she said as she smashed each picture in turn. "Honeymoon." SMASH! "Housewarming." SMASH! She kept smashing until she ran out of pictures and broke down in another sob. She wept over the only man she had ever loved.

"Dray, did you hear that?" Harry said stopping mid-thrust.

"Hear what?" CRASH!

"That sound. It sounded like something being smashed. "

"I'll check it out," Draco said pulling on his pants.

Hey that's it for now. I would really appreciate reviews. They let me know how I'm doing. So feel free to contructively critisise my work.