Chapter 2

Pukhet was not as expected.

I know Hermione warned me about the amount of tourists there would be but I didn't think for a second that it would be like this.

Ginny really wanted to go to Thailand and I didn't want to disappoint her since this would be the loveliest holiday we would ever have. Honeymoon.

My wife wasn't the one who was a bit disappointed. I was.

I hadn't anticipated the amount of times Ginny and I would pass a corner to have someone yell in English after us and some even asked us where we're from. I ignored them. Ginny liked it a bit more to have people noticing us but I really didn't like. I just wanted to run and hide away from the attention.

Ginny was bubbling with energy because of all the poeple and the big market with all the different and colourful things.

"What do you think about this one to Ron?" she asked, holding up a metal wristwatch in silver. The word "Frada" spelled in golden letters at the watch's center. Interesting how it's called "Frada" and is most certainly a fraud.

I eyed it for a moment before I nodded. "Yeah, okay". I mostly just walked around picking up odd objects, turning them over in my hand and then putting them down again, shoving my hands down my shorts pockets.

Thailand wasn't warm. It was roasting. We had been here just three days before Ginny was glowing red, I've never been happier for my already tanned skin. Unfortunately it didn't make me immune.

We were staying at a Hotel with walking distance to the sea. It was a white stone building with a large pool just outside. Which was a bit odd since the sea was practically just a minute walk from there.

I knew I shouldn't complain. Ginny was looking so happy walking around in the city. I couldn't take that form her. Even though this is our Honeymoon she only has the days to enjoy it. Every night after dinner she'd disappear for an evening jog.

She was a football player and her coach wanted her team to reach the top league so he told her that she had to keep exercising whilst on her Honeymoon. The weekend were free though.

"Harry, I'm going out now", Ginny said as she left our bedroom at the hotel suite dressed in her sportswear with the teams logo on her chest. She turned gleaming brown eyes to mine where I sat on the sofa in the living room. "And please tell me you won't stay in all the time", she said and tilted her head to the side. "Can't you go out and get a drink or dance, I've heard Phuket has some fun night-life places. Maybe if you drag enough attention you might make it to the front page." Ginny winked at me.

I gave her a pointy look but considered it in my head. "Fine", I said and she beamed at me. "But not the front page thing, I'm really not that desperate for attention, you know." Ginny came towards me and gave my cheek a little peck before she went for the door.

"Don't wait up", she said and then she was gone. And I was alone.

The living room wasn't too big nor too small, it was like the average room. The walls were bright colours and the roof was lightbrown, matching the sofa. The sofa was the first thing you'd notice when you would enter the suite. It was big enough for three people and it faced the telly which had just as many channels as Switzerland has coasts.

Deciding I would not stay in tonight I went for the bedroom to change. I had felt a chill creeping on for the last couple of minutes and the sun has almost passed the horizon by time Ginny had left so I decided to put on something warmer.

The bedroom was small, furnished only with a king-sized bed and two suitcases by its gabel. It was painted in the very same colours as the livingroom. Over the bed hung a painting of a lion and a lioness, the lioness was curled on her side next to the lion and one of her paws was laid atop of his. The lion was looking right at me, as if he could see me. Trust me I know how wicked that sounds but I'm not lying here. It was almost creepy how those big, brown orbs seemed to look inside my soul.

As if they knew something that I didn't. Creepy, I know.

It was just a painting, I told myself. Just a creepy old painting. Nothing to worry about.

I quickly got dressed in denim trousers and a blue and black plaid shirt before I left for the world outside.

Maybe I should have considered going out alone earlier. It felt a bit freer going out, chatting to strangers and drinking a Singha-beer.

A man by the bar had looked down at the golden ring on my finger –my wedding ring– and then looked up at me once again. I couldn't tell if he was a tourist or not, well I don't think so at least because of his accent.

"What does your wife do?" he asked in almost perfect english.

"Soccer", responded I and took another sip of my Singha, thinking the man would most plausibly understand if I said the american term instead of causing a missunderstanding my saying the english one. Most people I've met here have been more accustomed to the United States than Great Britain if the starry flags they sell in the markets is anything to go by.

"Sucker", he spluttered, flabbergasted and stared at me with a slight smirk on his face, showing slightly yellow teeth.

"That too", I said with a dreamy look. I always prefered oral sex with Ginny, I don't know why but the mere thought of having my cock in her mouth sent more thrills down my spine than her vagina ever did. Maybe it's the same for all guys, I don't know.

Ron had warned me that some of the most beautiful women at the nightclubs in Thailand would actually be men. When I sat by the bar and looked around I realised that if someone looked that good I wouldn't care if it turned out to be a man or not. Maybe there was something almost exciting about that? You know, trying the "other sort", tasting the "other flavour". A man would know exactly what a man liked, exactly what button to press to make them groan.

Well, I wouldn't know, since I've never been with a man.

Does it actually matter when it comes down to it, though? Like if Ginny'll tell me she is actually a man on the inside and wants to do a transition, would it matter to me? Would I love her less? Would it make the sex akward or even hotter?

Wow! Look at me, sitting alone, with a half hard cock at a bar in Pukhet on my Honeymoon thinking about having sex with my wife-turned-husband. I'm not saying anything would be wrong with it, to be honest sometimes she's more the man in our relationship that I wouldn't be that surprised.

Okay. I really should go back to the hotel and sleep because I wouldn't have these thoughts if I were rested and alert. Or sober.

The last days of our Honeymoon was rather nice. We went on a trip by boat with other tourists to make a full-day out on some of the islands. On one of the islands –I don't remember the name, sorry– there were carnivorous fishes. I'm not even joking here! Ginny had brought some sandwiches for us to eat but she picked out crumbs from them to throw to the fishes. They fought each other to get the crumb as if they haven't eaten for days.

Considering the amounts of food the american pair dumped in the sea, they are better off than most people on the globe. Funny how we rather give it to some foreign fish than to actual human beings?

Well, as I said earlier, the fishes were carnivorous. I was swimming with Ginny, peacefully until I felt something pinch me, so I pinched Ginny.

"Stop pinching me!" she squeled and I laughed.

"I will, when you do, too!"

The pinching didn't stop so I swam away from her a bit so that we had a distance between us.

The look on her face was one of schock as she stared just beneath me. And then I followed her gaze.

Panic took over my body as I swam like a penguin to the beach. I could feel the whole pack following me with all their might to the beach. When I reached the beach I leapt out of the water and straight to our little sanctuary by a couple of rocks by the side, close to a hill.

Ginny was laughing so hard at me I glared knives at her. "Oh shut up" I said, making her laugh even more. She went up from the water and went towards me, still giggling.

I smiled at her and she shook her head at me.

"You, silly idiot", she said in a manner that made my chest tighten. She stepped towards me and kissed me softly. "I'm married to an idiot", she said with a dramatic sigh and I pushed her away half-heartedly.

"Oh, shut your trap", I responded, glaring at her half-heartedly, once again.

The ride home to London wasn't a comfortable ride. Mostly because the boy sat next to me got sick and... Well, I'm sure you don't want to hear the rest of it. I wish I didn't.

It took around twelve hours to arrive back in England, another hour to get our suitcases and find my car. The sun was going down by the time we reached our street. We lived in a one floor terraced house. The house was comfortably small with an even smaller backyard. The estate agent we talked to before buying it had ensured us that this neighbourhood was great for families with young children.

Ginny had spoken about children a lot lately but I didn't know why I didn't feel as up for the idea as I should. I've always wanted a family of my own, giving my children the childhood I didn't have. Maybe it's selfish of me to want children for that reason and I agree that it is. It's not the full story though, I love children and I actually don't care if my kids will look like me or not, no matter how much that rumour is going about. I'd still love them. I do love children even though they sometimes can be a bit annoying. A lot annoying at times, actually. That much I've learned from the kids on the street and on the plane.

So here I was, in the driveway to me and my wife's house in the child-friendly neighbourhood contemplating having kids or not. So far my life has been pretty much planned out. Both by myself and people around me. It was always expected of Ginny and I to get together and get married, have three kids, a house and a dog. Maybe not the dog.

We worked so well together, you know. The road hasn't been bumpy at all, it has been even. The only rock that's been on the road was the time she was together with my classmate Dean. I remember how jealous I was whenever I saw them kiss. Now that she belonged to me everything seemed good. I mean it is all good, but you know sometimes it feels boring, living day in and day out without a challenge. Without rocks. We don't argue much, we're both stubborn and I don't why but she often let's me down almost too easily, if you know what I mean.

When we argued in the beginning of our relationship it was about work. Ginny's work. She spent a lot of time practising and sometimes she was away for days on tournaments and matches. She had wanted me to go with her but I told her I couldn't just leave my job, and in the end that's what happend. Ginny lived her life and I lived mine and then when we're both home we live them together. It may not have been ideal but it was working for us.

"Are you going to get out today", Ginny teased and when I looked to my left I saw that she had already left the car and crouched outside the car with an eyebrow raised. I immediately took out the carkeys and prepared to leave the car.

When I was out of the car I met Ginny by its front, she pulled her arm around mine and we walked towards the house in a comfortable silence. Just as we stepped into our house, we stepped into a home that smelled just like Molly's cooking.

It actually was Molly's cooking.

"Oh, hello dear", Molly said as she stepped into the hallway to greet us. She was wearing a knitted dress in yarn of every existing colour. Her red hair was pulled back in a bun on the back of her head and her eyes were glowing.

"Mum, what are you doing here?" Ginny asked schocked, staring at Molly for a second before hastily going to her to give her a tight hug while I stood akwardly in the doorway looking at my wife and my mother-in-law.

Will I ever get used to this?

Molly has always been a strong mother-figure in my life since me and Ron became roommates on a boarding school. Ron had told Molly all about how I had it at home with my aunt and uncle.

The Dursleys were the only family I had left. I had contemplated inviting them to my wedding but decided against it. They were never kind to me. Aunt Petunia and uncle Vernon held some kind of grudges to my parents and never spoke a kind word about them. My uncle had told me when I was younger that they had died in a car accident when I was just a baby and their lawyers had dumped me on their doorsteps. All because they were my only living relatives.

I used to wish my parents had sent me to someone else, someone caring. I've spent some nights wondering who my parents were since they left me with the Dursleys. I let go of the questions a long time ago, I'd never know. My aunt, uncle and cousin were the only ones left. At least until the Weasley's came around to take care of me.

The Weasleys had taken me in as their own. They fed me until I couldn't walk up the stairs to my best mate's, Ron's room. I was quite starved at my uncle's and aunt's so when I started the boarding school I was quite skinny. At the shool I had my first full meal all to myself, my cousin Dudley always got my plate when he finished. I'm still a bit sensitive to sharing my plate with someone after having Dudley breathing down my neck my whole childhood.

"I have prepared some dinner for you. Come on now", Molly said and waved towards the dining room. "Oh, Harry, dear, you look like you could use a meal" she added and then went into the room that radiated aroma and smelling so deliciously that I felt like it could just pick me up and fly me in there to envelope me in it.

Ginny and I hung off our jackets and then she looked at me with searching eyes, almost to ask for my permission. I didn't understand what for.

We went together into the dining room. Ginny muttered a "I'm starving" before sitting down, making her dad, Arthur, chuckle. I took the seat next to her and opposite Molly. Before us were a potato gratin, some roast beef, a pepper sauce and a salat with Molly Weasley's famous secret recipe dressing.

Molly started asking questions about our Honeymoon and how we found Thailand. Ginny told her about the fishes. I told them about the tourists and markets.

"But how was the weather, may I ask? Was it too hot? Did you sunburn you're pretty faces?" Molly asked looking at every patch of visible skin in search of sunburns.

I shook my head. " No, we were quite prepared for that. Well, after the first couple of days Ginny got almost as red as her hair". That is saying a lot. "And I got a bit burned as well but towards the end of the holiday it was perfectly healed", I lied. It was not perfectly healed. But they didn't have to know that I won't be wearing tight shirts for a while now. My shoulders and lower back are still sore and peeling. Don't even get me started on my hips! I blame those swimming shorts for the very appealing tan I'll have. I will just have to stay away from the showers at work for a while.

I cut a pice of the roast beef, picking up with a bit of the gratin and then some sauce and all but shoved it into my mouth. The different tastes didn't even fight for domination on my tongue, they just calmly melted together creating a taste that made my mouth water just a bit more. I closed my eyes softly and chewed, savouring every bit on my tongue as if I would never taste anything like it ever again. I sighed contentedly when I swallowed, opening my eyes to a very welcoming plate before me.

"How are our grandchildren coming along?" Molly asked, making me cough.

Ginny turned her head to me as if she also wanted to hear about our future children from me. As if it only takes one to make a child.

"We haven't really talked about it much", Ginny said and snatched a piece of roastbeef from my plate, making me stiffen before she turned back to her own plate.

I made a sigh of relief, both because I wasn't comfortable having someone take my food because of Dudley, but also because speaking about my, our, sex life, even if it was about child-making, was still quite unnerving with Molly and Arthur. They have been like the parents I never had and the Weasley's have become my family. What if they see Ginny and me like incest because we almost grew up together? That's one disturbing thought...

"What are you waiting for?" Molly asked. "To get even more settled than you already are?"

Ginny turned her head to me, raising an eyebrow in challenge and I found myself speechless and feeling awkward. In this situation the only thing that I wanted was to escape to our bedroom or to the shower.

On second thought the shower doesn't feel like the best option because of skin in certain exposed areas.

"I don't feel like I'm ready to have kids yet", I answered and the three redheads looked at me as if my nose just grew larger .

"What do you mean you're not ready?" Arthur asked calmly and bent forwards over his plate. Just as I opened my mouth to respond something I had not yet thought through, the doorbell rang.

Saved by the bloody bell.

I jumped out of my chair, feeling the interruption welcoming and strode towards the hallway. It was a small space, nothing big, really. It was just a place to have shoes and hang off your jackets when you enter. The tapestry on the walls were light brown, almost beige with small flowers as detail in dark blue and red.

The door was dark in contrast to the light walls. I walked towards it, feeling a wicked urge to kiss whoever is on the other side of the door for saving my arse.

I pressed down the door handle and carefully opened up to show who my visitor were.

Visitors, I corrected myself when I found myself face to face with two men looking to be around 20 years my senior. One of them had dark hair and stunning grey eyes, reminding me vaguely of something. The man was quite handsome, his features were well defined and looked newly shaved. He smelled as aftershave and sweat.

The other man had light brown hair with hazelgreen, friendly eyes. His hair was short but styled to the side while the other man's hair was a dark mess almost reaching down to his shoulders, which brought out his eyes. The dark haired man wore a leatherjacket. Not just a jacket with fake-leather but from the looks of it, real leather. Hermione would have had something to say about that, working for animal-care and all, she sees leatherjackets as a "fashion shame". It doesn't matter if the cows or pigs, or whatever they're made of, haven't been badly treated.

"How would you like to have your skin as a purse?" she had said whenever the discussion started. And, knowing Hermione, she could go on for hours about the animals and no one wants to be in an argument with Hermione if she's passionate about the subject. She's great about her work, I'm not saying she's not, I just mean that sometimes she can be overly ambitious. Which is good for her, it's just not fun to hear the same bloody argument again and again and again.

"Are you Mr Potter", the light haired man asked me with a very well contained curiosity and an extremely friendly face. If that man would ask me for a cup of tea in the middle of the savanna I'd obey.

I looked them over once more, wondering if I've ever met them before. There was something about the pair of them that seemes familiar, maybe they're my neighbours. I wouldn't be surprised if they were, it's a long street with a lot of faces and names I can't even dream of remembering.

"Of course it's him, Remus. You can tell just by looking at the boy!" the dark haired man said and Remus scowled at him but just as he was about to say something that looked to be quite harsh I decided to interrupt.

"Yes, I am him. What can I help you with?" The two of them stared at me as if they've seen a ghost.

"Jesus", the dark haired man whispered.

"I'm not him actually, no matter how much my wife seems to call me that", I joked with an easy smile curving my lips. I had heard that same joke on a TV-show a time ago and wanted to test it on someone and these two men seemed to be the lucky ones.

Or unlucky ones... If you can by the their sudden change in demeanour.

"That's not the kind of thing you tell strangers, Harry." A voice that sounded very much like a mixture of both Ginny and Hermione said in my head. Duly noted.

"So, what can I help you with?" I asked them when their stares started giving me the creeps and the awkward silence making it seem almost unbearable.

Remus coughed a little and then put his arm around the handsome, dark haired man to pull him forwards a bit towards me. The light from behind me lighted up his face beautifully, making him seem a couple of years younger. Which was hard to determine how young he looked since I didn't know his age in the first place.

"We knew your parents. I'm Remus and this is Sirius", Remus began and I saw nervousness flicker behind the grey eyes of the dark haired man.

"Your Godfather", he added.