Disclaimer: Harry Potter still belongs to J.K. Rowling

Warning: contains sexual content

Unfaithful

„When can I see you again?" He asked her.

Ginny sighed and pulled up her knickers. „The children are going back to Hogwarts next week…"

He embraced her from behind, holding one of her breasts in his hand, squeezing it softly then he continued to play with her nipple. Another sigh escaped her.

„So you'll have lots of time for me then." He whispered into her ear before kissing her shoulders and neck.

„Yes," she breathed getting aroused again. It took all of her willpower to step out of his embrace. „ I really have to get going", she said.

„I know." He answered and smirked that damned sexy smirk of his that turned her on just as easily as his kisses and talented hands did.

She finished dressing herself while he watched her. He stood there naked – so fucking confident. She had to turn away or she would never leave.

He kissed her soundly before she left and slapped her arse lightly. „See you soon", he said and winked at her.

She left and her shame and selfhatred returned. It always did once she left his presence under which she seemed to be reduced to her sexual needs and all thought of what was right or wrong had left her mind.

She was so young, only 21 when she had married the boy she had been in love with for forever. Soon afterwards the children arrived. She loved her family. She loved her husband and her children more than anything… and yet. Her husband had been her first lover and he was supposed to be her last. Her younger self would never have thought her capable of this kind of deceit and betrayal. She had naively believed that sex was something to be shared with that one special person only and that if you loved each other it would be enough. She would have never believed that she could feel so attracted to a man that she would risk everything just to feel his hands and lips on her body and his cock deeply buried inside her. She would have never thought that she and Harry would become one of those couples that drifted apart with time and lived together more like siblings or friends than lovers.

Now she wondered if she had been too young, too inexperienced when she got married. Harry wanted to get married as soon as possible and start his own family. Considering his upbringing she understood where he came from. Everybody believed that, considering her family, she would want to get married and have babies as soon as possible as well. That's the problem people just assume too much and when you are young and don't know what you want you believe them.

She didn't love her lover. With him everything was easy and light and passionate. Harry was part of her, he was family. She saw herself when she looked at him. And yet the physical side of things had diminished and whenever something did happen it was routine and quickly over. Even in the beginning sex with her husband hadn't been the earthshattering event she had believed that it was supposed to be. They were both inexperienced and fumbling around nervously. It wasn't bad it was just that Harry never quite hit the right spot and was finished just a tad too early. He always seemed to hold back a little, aftraid he might hurt her. Still she had thought that that was what real life was like and that it was time to leave her juvenile phantasies behind.

And then she had finally given in to him. She had no idea when it all started. He had always been flirting with her, it had started in Hogwarts already. After the war he was gone for a while and then suddenly he was back, twice divorced, and whenever he saw her at a party, or a function, or a Quidditch match he was flirting with her in a way that was totally inappropriate. Inappropriate but oh so sexy. Finally one night after such an event that she had gone to on her own cause her husband was still out there trying to save the world, she had given in to him. Maybe part of the excitment came from the thrill of doing something forbidden. Anyway, whatever it was he showed her what sex could and should feel like. She had heard about multiple orgasms but never experienced it before. Maybe not being weighed down by everyday life and the responsibility of raising three children and not having been together since nearly 15 years made him worship her body the way he did.

He never asked her for more than she was willing to give, never gave her presents, never asked her to stay the night, never wanted her to meet his mother, never wanted to meet her family, never told her that he loved her. And neither did she. What they had was outside of their everyday reality. It was perfect in its simplicity.

So she knew despite her guilty feelings that she would be back in his arms the following week and the week after that and and so on, with no intention of stopping.

She would let him suck on her nipples while he rubbed her clit with his thumb and two of his fingers inside her, she would let him fuck her with his tongue until she came the first time. Then she would return the favour and lick and suck his perfect cock until he nearly came. He would enter her then, sometimes slowly and sometimes in one hard thrust. She loved riding him until she came again and then he would turn her around and take her from behind or from above, sometimes sliding his cock in and out of her in an agonizingly slow way and at other times slamming inside her that her pussy burnt for hours afterwards.

All the while she would be moaning and screaming his name … Blaise.