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WARNING: Heterosexual feelings/LEMONS in this chapter. You have been warned.

So here's the next chapter without further adieu!

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Ch. 5 - Why Do You Do This To Me

"Kiss me Potter," Malfoy said out of nowhere blindsiding Harry, making Harry feel like he was just hit by the knight Bus.

"What?" Harry said immediately flying out of his chair and backing up searching for the doorknob behind his back, "I'm not gay Malfoy, I have a wife and kids. I'm…there…there's no way I'm gonna kiss you."

"Why not? If you're perfectly comfortable with your sexuality then I don't see the big deal of kissing me. A little one, no tongue. You have to find out what you really feel in order to fix what's broken. If you feel nothing, no interest, no spark of curiosity in kissing me, then you still have feelings for you're wife," Malfoy said rising from his chair looking Harry straight in the eye, his glance never wavering.

"I have no idea how that justifies you asking me to…to…to kiss you! I don't even know why I came here. This is completely mental!" Harry yelled getting very angry at the thought that Malfoy even suggested him kissing him.

"Then leave, you don't follow what I have to say then you can just leave," Malfoy said, "No wonder you're wife left you, who would want to live with someone as stubborn and as big of a prat as you! You haven't changed a bit." Malfoy exclaimed, the malice and hate from school coming back ten fold.

"Don't you dare go on about me, you fucking pouf, you're the one asking me to kiss you! Don't you date start on about me Malfoy!" Harry shouted advancing on Malfoy, balling his fist up, as if he were ready to hit him.

"Look at me. I'm Potter, my life sucks blah blah! My parent's are dead. I saved the wizarding world. Big fucking deal!" Malfoy said coming around his desk and coming face to face with Harry, "Go and cry about it Potter. Drink yourself into oblivion again. Obviously no one cares. You're wife is gone and you've driven all your friends away from you. If that's how you want to live your life then go for it. But take it from be that's no way to live. Being lonely is no life Potter!" Malfoy said spitting out Harry's name like it was an expletive.

It happened before both of them knew what was happening. No one called Harry Potter a coward. No one talked about Harry Potter like that. So he did it. He grabbed Malfoy's head and crashed his lips onto his. It was quick and hard and rough. However, things don't always remain that way. Hands went into hair and Draco's lips parted welcoming Harry's quick tongue.

Harry turned his head and deepened the kiss with Draco completely losing himself. They were moving, but he didn't know where. His back crashed against the wall and the two men continued to kiss each other furiously. Draco's lips moved to Harry's neck and Harry let out a low moan. Something about the rough noise that emitted from Harry's throat brought him up short. He was jolted back to reality and he was surprised to find himself with his neck thrown back and with Draco Malfoy currently sucking on his neck. Harry shook his head to clear it and made up his mind.

"I can't do this!" Harry shouted. Pushing himself away from Draco. He didn't even turn around to see the shocked look on the other man's face. Harry walked out of the door and thundered down the steps and into the Entrance Hall and out the huge double doors.

I can't believe I just did that. I kissed Draco…I mean Malfoy. I'm going to be brushing my teeth for a year. Harry thought to himself. I can't believe myself. I just kissed Draco fucking Malfoy. Harry stopped, "I just did what?" He yelled to himself.

He was so mad he didn't know whether to get as far away from Malfoy as he could or to go back to the house and punch him in the face. He decided to walk away. He came to the end of the road outside of Malfoy Manor, looked back at the ominous house and then apparated home.

He found himself outside of his house with all of his stuff outside on the lawn. "What the-" He walked into the house, "Ginny! Is that you?"

"I've decided I'm living here. You hit my brother, I get the house, you're lazy alcoholic ass can find somewhere else to live. I shouldn't be forced to go and live with my—" her protests were muffled by Harry's lips crashing on top of hers. His fingers threaded through her red hair and his arm snaked around her tiny waist bringing her closer to him.

"Let me show you, how much I love you," Harry whispered against her lips and he lifted her. She complied and wrapped her legs around his waist and carried her to the bedroom and laid her onto their bed. Slowly rubbing his hands on her stomach and up her shirt over her breasts that fit perfectly into his hands. I lifted her shirt from over her head and kissed her neck with feather light kisses.

"Harry," she sighed running her fingers through his tousled black hair. As he kissed down her neck the flitting image of a blonde flew into his mind and a part of him wanted it to be…what! What was he thinking! He quickly shook that out of his mind and started undoing Ginny's jeans. He nipped her protruding hipbones. Thank god for professional Quidditch. After three kids, Ginny still had an amazing body.

She slid her hands up his shirt and started unbuttoning it. Running her fingers over his broad chest, "I missed this," she whispered onto his lips as they both slipped out of their pants. Ginny slipped his shirt off of his shoulders and groaned as Harry pushed into her with one swift thrust.

He tried to savor the feeling of being inside his wife. This woman who he had loved for the past 21 years was the reason that he was still on this earth. He moved inside of her slowly and kissed her neck. Her labored breathing puffed into his ear and he couldn't help but moan at the sensations. She raked her fingers down his back and he moaned again.

"Faster," she whispered in his ear and squeezed her internal muscles around him. He complied, but his mind wandered away from his bedroom.

Ginny remained ignorant of his internal strife as he thrust in and out of her at a frenzied pace. The blonde in his mind's eye plagued him. It wasn't her fault of course. He just couldn't get the past hour out of his head.

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