A/N again with the long wait I am extremely sorry I just can't seem to stick with this as well as I did w/ What If but I will force myself if I have to, and now that I have a way to transfer between computers I no longer have an excuse. SO bear with me. As always JK owns HP and I am making nothing but great pleasure with this story. Hope you love it.

Rebakah: Thank you for the review and I am glad you like where this is going sorry for the wait hope this will be worth it.

Chapter 4 Anger Management

Caution: Mild Sexual Scene Ahead

The next morning at the borrow was not a fun one. Ron woke up alone in his bed and had to shake his sleep off before he realized it. It wasn't the first time this had happened, but every time it did, Hermione was mad at him and he had a good idea what it was for this time. He quickly got dressed and messed with his a hair a little. He sat on his bed and started working through a battle plan for how to calm Hermione down. He didn't mind the arguments, he was used to them thanks to Hogwarts. He just didn't want to have them here at the Burrow. There were a few times during the honeymoon when they had argued and Ron got a little too loud for either of their liking. He had noticed he had gotten a little to angry ever since Harry left and it scared him, although it scared him even more thinking he would need help with it. If he couldn't do it himself, then there was no point in trying. He made his way down the staircase and saw Hermione sitting in the kitchen with a cup of coffee in her hand and a sleeping robe wrapped tightly against her. He sighed loud enough to be heard and she turned her head. She only nodded and continued to drink her coffee.

"Hermione, come on, I know you are mad at me, so why don't we go outside and talk about it." Ron said pleading as he reached into the closet to grab a robe and headed toward the door. Hermione looked at him and thought, then finishing off her coffee stood up and followed suit.

"You are mad at me for what happened at Harry's aren't you?" Ron asked and the only remark he got was a short laugh. "Look, I am not sure I am ready to welcome him back. What has he done for us in the past year? He missed the wedding that he was supposed to be best man for, missed out on graduation, and even missed out on us getting our own home. He has hurt everyone that ever cared for him. I know he hurt you, I am not that thick. I remember nights when you would assume I was sleeping and you'd stay up crying over some picture of us all. He also hurt Gin, and now look at her, she has moved on. Our lives no longer revolve around him and when he left, they went on. All his return can do is bring back problems and troubles that we have all gotten over without him." Ron sat down on the porch swing and looked out into the fields. It took him awhile himself to get over the fact that Harry was gone and this porch helped him a lot. Hermione had to wipe a tear from her cheek before she decided to join him on the swing.

"But he is our friend, and he helped us through all the rough parts of life. Think of all the things he did do for us. He defeated someone, no one else could. He had rescued your sister from a monster beyond belief. He helped us when we didn't want to help ourselves and always at the risk of his own life. He made a mistake by not contacting us and yes we all were hurt, but he is trying to fix that and you aren't giving him a chance to do that. I am not asking you to let thing be as they were before, I'm not sure even I can do that. I am going to try and start something new with him and I will do it with or without you. I just would rather have my husband there at my side helping me along the way." Hermione said as tears started to fill both of their eyes. She snuggled closer to Ron who put his arm around her shoulders and kissed the top of her head.

"I can't promise anything honey, but I will try but it won't be right away and he has to prove to me that he is sincere about it and that its not going to happen again." Hermione smile and hit him in the stomach for using the pet name she loathes the most. She gave no other argument and they sat on the porch until they heard screaming coming from within. As soon as they heard who it was they just smiled and laughed to themselves.

"Ginerva Molly Weasley! Get down here now we, I have something I need to talk to you about." Molly yelled up the stairs and the sound of a door opening could be heard. Ginny made her way down, hair going in every direction and her pajamas aly wrinkled as signs of another rough night. She made her way into the kitchen where her mother was yelling and passed her to get a cup of coffee.

"Why weren't you at Harry's yesterday? I told you that we were all going regardless of what you thought of him. He has just come back from a long trip and he is going to need all the help he can get." Molly said as she stood with her hands on her hips. She could see the troubled look in her daughters eyes but knew that what she needed was to see Harry and everything would be fine.

"I had a lot of things to do last night, I couldn't make it even if I wanted to." As soon as the last part left her mouth she knew she made a mistake. She knew her mother had always wanted her to marry Harry and if she was true to herself she wanted that too.

"If you wanted too? Why wouldn't you want to? You two were happy all through school and you were growing closer, I would have thought that an opportunity to see him again would be just what you would need to see what happened. We had to lie to him so he wouldn't be hurt by you not being there. You need to go over and see him. It has been too long since you have seen him and it would make both of you feel better about it." Molly said as she now started cooking breakfast.

"He doesn't need me anymore mom. He has a new life and doesn't need me showing up and complicating things. Besides in case you forgot, I am engaged tor one of his best friends and I am sure he would be hurt by that. He was gone so long why not give him some time to smooth over everything. I know where to go if I ever go to see him." Ginny sighed. She knew she wanted to see him; she wanted to see all of him. She remembers how his muscled arms felt wrapped around her petite body. She always felt protected when he was around. Not like she feels with Neville. She feels like she is the one that has to do the protecting and she doesn't like that feeling. She isn't as old fashioned as her parents are but some things are better left as they are instead of changing them. She sighed as she watched her mom start filling plates for breakfast. As soon as the aroma of food wafted through the room Ron emerged from outside with Hermione shaking her head behind him. They all sat down to a very quiet breakfast shooting random, knowing looks at each other. Ginny wished they would stop, she knew what they wanted of her but she couldn't do it. She wasn't strong enough to she him anymore.

Harry once again was in Diagon alley looking for supplies for his house. After getting a few items he noticed a man standing in front of Madam Seedlings Greenhouse and smiled. There was only one person he could think of that would be staring at plants waiting for them to do tricks. He walked up to the guy and coughed. The man looked his way and suddenly recognized him.

"Harry, how are you?" Neville Longbottom said as he fiddled with something in his hands to extend a free hand to his old friend.

"Hi Neville, I have been good. I am shopping for things for my new home and it seems no matter how hard I try I run into people every time." They both laughed and Harry asked if he wanted to get a drink and talk. They made their way to the Three Broomsticks and ordered drinks. Harry got both of their drinks free as he tried to force the new bartender to take his money. He just laughed and shook his head.

"So Neville what is new in your life? I am sure that it isn't all filled with you just staring at plants through windows." Harry laughed and Neville just coughed as he tried to sip his Firewhiskey. Neville never really drank but he didn't want Harry to think he was the weakling he once was. Neville had grown to a towering six foot five and had stretched out into a semi fit guy.

"Actually I am a member of the Ministry trying to help discover new uses for plants and their extracts. We have already found new things for Wolfsbane and are working on a way to maybe cure lycanthropy." Neville smiled brightly as Harry tried to hide a hurt look. It had been too long since his friend Remus had died and his son Teddy hasn't seen his Godfather for sometime.

"That is good Neville, I am sure Remus would have been proud." Harry said as he took another drink of his drink finishing it off. He waved the waitress down and ordered another. As she left she gave him a wink and left. Harry couldn't put his finger on it but he was sure that he recognized her.

"I am sorry Harry I didn't think about that. I am sure he would be. There is something else new in my life though." Neville now had an excited look on his face like he would explode if Harry didn't make a mention to it. Harry gave him his full attention now and motioned for him to continue. "I am getting married to Ginny. I am so excited I can't believe that it is happening." Neville was now barely keeping himself in his chair. Harry had to take a second to soak in what he heard. He couldn't believe that Ginny was getting married even though Harry had been gone for so long. He always thought she would wait for him as he did for her.

"Wow Nev, That is great news but what happened to Luna?" Harry asked hoping maybe Neville wasn't sure about the wedding.

"She couldn't stand to be in one place long enough to get serious so she left hunting so animal or other." He said with a shrug and got up. I am sorry for leaving Harry but I must get back to work. I do hope you will be around for awhile because I'd love it if you were at the wedding." Harry nodded as he left the tavern and was again waving the waitress over for another drink. He slammed it down and then sent her for his next one. He needed to forget tonight so he sent his stuff home as the waitress gave him a sweet smile and gave him another glass.

Pansy was having another one of those nights where she needed to drink away the pain. She pulled her cloak tighter around her as the nights cool air bit at her ears. She pushed the door open to the Three Broomsticks and was welcomed by the warm air and te scowls that followed her everywhere. She was used to not being liked; in fact she preferred it to being loved. She hated people who followed others out of love of a legend. She smile as her eyes reach Harry and realized the irony in her thoughts. She took a closer look and notices the drunken Harry flirting with Lavender Brown, the new waitress. She shook her head as he would occasionally check her out as she went to refill his glass, stammering at words of thanks. She thought to herself how much fun it would be to pester Harry after all these years of not seeing him. She missed the days when she would bug him to death for liking a Weasley or the Mudblood. She made her way to the bar and paid for a drink and made her way to his table.

"Well if it isn't Potter the boy wonder, sitting in a bar smashed off his ass." Pansy said as she shook off her clock. Underneath it was a deep black corset that she used to attract random people just to brush them off as 'unfit to burden her mind'. Her tight black pants left very little to imagination and the platinum ring with the large emerald was her tool for the more intelligent drunks. Pansy knew she was an idol of sex and loved to flaunt it.

"Ah the ferret lover decides to show her flat face this way. I was wondering how long it would be until I ran into one of you two. Come to rub it in my face that I am a miserable sap?" Harry said through his intoxication. Harry always prided himself for his ability to act sober regardless of how drunk he got. He looked her up and down, noticing her attire but more importantly noticing her ring and the large amount of makeup on her neck.

"As bitter as ever I see. So let me ask, what reason you have to drink yourself into a stupor?" Pansy asked as she leaned against the table and took a large swallow of her drink. Her pale skin contrasted against her dark clothes giving Harry just enough to want to see more. Harry's attention was exactly where Pansy wanted it.

"You haven't heard? My love is getting married to an incompetent friend and she doesn't even want to talk to me. My best mate thinks I am worse than dirt on his shoes and Hermione is the only one that will talk to me, as much good as that does me." Harry took another drink to pull his gaze away from the show in front of him. He started thinking of everything that would stop him from being aroused by the beautiful devil in front of him.

"Oh poor baby, I can see that it is killing you and I am glad that I can help make it worse." Pansy licked her lips and extended her leg to brush Harry's which much to her pleasure forced him to flinch and hit the table. She laughed to herself as she looked at him trying hard not to look at her. She had to admit he was quite attractive, but he always had been, and if it had not been for the fact that he was so noble and 'good' she might have even tried to get into his pants once or twice during school. She downed the rest of her drink and got another one.

"Enough about my troubles, why are you in a place like this when I am sure Malfoy has thousands of drinks for you to get hammered on. Is he not pleasing you enough you have to come and find random victims to harass." Harry put an evil smile on his face when he looked at the covered spot on her shoulder and had a devilish idea. Malfoy wouldn't be too happy seeing his lover with some other guys' hickey on her neck and he was going to make sure that he did. He drunkenly raised his hand and all of a sudden the make up was gone and a deep blue bruise was left. Harry's eyes shot wide open when he realized his mistake and choked on a lump in his throat.

"You asshole!" Pansy yelled as she covered her neck with her hand and slapped Harry with the other one. Harry took it half because he knew he deserved and half because he knew he wouldn't be fast enough to stop it. She started to stand but Harry was some how quick enough to stop her.

"Wait, I didn't know about that, I thought is was a hickey that you were hiding from Malfoy. I just wanted to laugh at you for it I am sorry." He pleaded as she sat down. Tears were starting to fill her face as she wiped them away so they would make it down her face. She ordered more drinks and downed them fast.

"Why do you care, it's not like I have done anything to deserve your pity, so why not just let me go with what pride I have left." She sniffled as she down yet another glass. She quickly caught up to Harry in drinks and was just as drunk as him.

"True, you have done nothing but make my life miserable but no on deserves that and I am disgusted all the more with him for thinking he could do that to anyone. How long has it been going on?" Harry didn't know why he was so concerned or why he was suddenly angry at this. He didn't have any plans to avenge it nor do anything to help stop it. For all he knew she deserved it. He shook that thought from his head. This was low even for the snake he was.

"Too long to remember, and even if I did, telling you wouldn't do much good. He will do what he wants and I can't leave him. He is the money and unless I have a good enough reason I would end up with nothing. No job and lo life to call my own. Who would take in a beaten daughter of Voldemort supporters?" She asked as she now tried her hardest not to sway out of the chair, laughing at her attempts when she would catch herself with the table.

"The beating isn't enough reason to leave? I don't see how you couldn't bring that up and get him thrown in Azkaban for life." Harry too was struggling to stay in his seat. He was no longer able to keep a single thought in his head and was happy for it. All he remembered was that he was mad at something and he was drinking to forget. He smiled to himself at succeeding.

"It is an old pureblood law that the only way a wife can leave a marriage with any money is if the husband was unfaithful, everything else is just looked on as personal affairs." She laughed at his ignorance of pureblood customs. She had to readjust her top for it was falling own again and her nipples were threatening to become exposed. Harry noticed this and almost didn't catch what she said.

"Last call" the bartender announced to the last patrons and continued to clean up the bar. Both of them looked angrily at him and looked at each other and laughed.

"I don't think I can make it home so I am going to get a room. You are welcome to join me if you'd like. I'm sure you would run into random places before you reached home." Harry said as he struggled to get up and ran his hand through his hair. Pansy saw him stand and licked her lips. Something about that unruly hair made her want him so bad.

"You know, I think I am going to take you up on that offer." She said as she too got up and put her cloak back on. They both went up to the bar and order a bottle of Firewhiskey and a room. After receiving the key and paying for the bottle, they went to their room. The room was bare and had one bed opposite the lone window.

"I can sleep on the floor if you'd like." Harry said more out of nature than out of thought. Even drunk Harry was a gentleman. Pansy looked at him than at the bed. She knew she should accept that but they had an entire bottle to finish first and she wasn't going to let him sleep until it was gone.

"You can't sleep yet, we have an entire bottle to finish." She smiled as she pulled the top off and started chugging the contents of it. Harry laughed as he took the bottle out of her hand and mimicked her look. They were down to the last drink of the bottle when the sun was slowly coming up.

"Ladies first." Harry said handing her the bottle sitting on the bed and falling over on his back. Pansy laughed as she too rolled on the bed.

"Age before beauty," she said as she handed him back the bottle causing both to laugh again. They some how returned to the sitting position when a thought came across Harry.

"How about a competition then? The better one gets the last drink of the ni … day." Harry corrected himself and laughed as they shut the drapes to prevent to painful light from getting in. This time it was Pansy's turn to get the idea.

"Kissing contest then, you could never beat me, the 'best lips of hogwarts'." Pansy said as she stuck her chest out in pride. This move had made her nipple succeed in exposing themselves, showing their erectness right next to Harry who hadn't failed to notice the beauty in them. She hurried to fix her top and looked at him with a shy smile.

"I am the King of kissing in America so I trump you." Harry said with just as much pride, sticking his tongue out in a very pre-teenage way. Pansy took the opportunity and captured his tongue in her mouth. Harry put no resistance up and kissed her deeply and pushed her down onto the bed. His hand went and pulled down her top a little to expose the nipples that were once again begging to be exposed. Rubbing one between her fingers, Pansy moaned into his mouth and reached up to grab a hold of his hair and pulled him up.

"This stay between me and you Potter or you will wish you were dead." She said with as much breath as she could. Harry heard the seriousness in her voice and nodded his head. Pansy was satisfied with than and let Harry return to his assault on her body. The rest of the night went into a drunken blur and Harry woke up naked and alone in the room unsure of what happened. The only clue he had was Pansy's clock still spread on the floor. He wasn't sure what had happened but he knew he needed to get home and fix himself up.