Author's Note: Just an idea I had, (I do love finding different ways to split up Harry and Ginny lol) enjoy!
Harry sighed wearily as he let himself into their apartment, wondering if Ginny was still awake. At least he was earlier home than last night, he thought as he made his way to their bedroom.
He opened the door and saw Ginny naked in bed with two equally naked men. "Harry," she gasped.
"Get out," he ordered. The men scrambled off the bed and were dressed and fleeing in seconds.
"Harry-"
"You too," he spoke, voice holding a barely controlled fury. He held up a hand and her engagement ring flew into his hand.
"But Harry-"
"I mean it Ginevra," he continued. He lifted his hands, tapped into his magic and all her belongings flew from their places to amass in the air before him. A thought and they flew from the room to be dumped outside the front door. "I'll do the same to you if you don't move."
"You wouldn't-" she cut off as she was magically lifted from the bed and flew through the air until she flew through the open door, landing on top of the pile of her belongings. Before she could open her mouth, the door slammed shut.
Harry stalked over to it, and removed her from the wards. It wasn't enough, he thought as his hand clenched around the engagement ring, but he knew something that might be. He stalked over to the Floo.
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"Are you sure about this?" Kingsley asked seriously. "You are only a week away-"
"I swear on my magic that I just found Ginny Weasley naked in bed with two other men," he swore.
"Magically sworn infidelity," Kingsley murmured and jotted it down on the parchment. "You will have to-"
"I know," he interrupted. He took a calming breath, and realised it wasn't going to work. "Kingsley, I'm going to need to take a leave of absence," he stated.
"Of course. Will you be returning to the Auror department?" he asked insightfully.
Harry locked gazes with his companion. "No, I don't think I will be."
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"Harry my friend," Viktor greeted.
"Viktor," he replied warmly.
"Come in," he invited, closing the door after his companion.
"Ask," he urged.
"Are the rumours true?"
"Depends on the rumours," he answered honestly as he sat down.
"That you cancelled the wedding because she was unfaithful."
"It's true, and I am sure," he added.
"I would not have asked," he assured. "With someone you trust, you would need proof to believe such an accusation."
"It wasn't an accusation," he murmured. Viktor's eyebrows rose. "I caught her in the act," he stated.
"That is rough, my friend."
He lifted a negligent shoulder. "Better to find out a week before the wedding than after."
"It saved you money too," he added lightly.
"Not really." At Viktor's look he elaborated. "I cancelled the wedding but still paid for everything." The Bulgarian opened his mouth. "At my insistence," he continued. His companion gaped. "It's not the florists, caterers and their suppliers' fault that my bride was cheating on me," he spoke lifting a shoulder. "I insisted on paying for everything and had them donate it. The flowers went to local hospitals, the food to homeless shelters and food banks. No reason they should be out of pocket," he murmured before his lips curved into a Marauder smile.
"What did you do?" the Bulgarian asked curiously.
"I sent her the dress and the wedding cake," he spoke smugly. Viktor laughed. "Couldn't resist," he added with a grin. "I'm actually glad I came home earlier than she expected that night," he stated.
"Yes?"
"If she was willing to cheat on me a week before the wedding, there's no telling how long she would have continued to do it. And this way, she didn't get any of my money." He sighed. "If we had been married – and her faithful – I would have shared without compunction. This way, I didn't have the drama of having to get it all back – and being painted as a villain for doing so."
Viktor laid a hand over his. "Anyone that would do such does not know you, or your unwavering loyalty and generosity."
"Unwavering?" he repeated, lips curved upward.
"At least until they prove themselves unworthy of it." He met his gaze firmly. "You are welcome to stay for as long as you like."
"Thank you."
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Harry placed a cup of tea down in front of Viktor, and the Bulgarian nodded his thanks. "I'm amazed you haven't asked me to teach any classes, while I'm here," he remarked conversationally.
"You are my guest," he responded seriously, "you do not need to earn your keep." He noted the curiosity on his companion's face. "Ask," he urged.
"Why did you stop playing Quidditch?"
"I only played professionally, because Karkaroff encouraged me to," he stated. "After he fled, I decided to make choices for myself. I have represented my country, and my performance meant my team – and country – could hold their heads high," he spoke with pride. "I had no need to return, and decided instead to focus my attention upon improving Durmstrang."
"It has greatly improved, from what I've heard," he spoke with a smile.
"That is good," Viktor said with a broad smile. "Each with a tie to a school likes to say that theirs in the best, for another to say that mine is good, is a high compliment."
"Would I be able to have a tour?"
"Of course, but you would be stared at," he warned.
"I'm used to it," he spoke with a sigh.
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"Harry my friend, you have visitors," Viktor informed.
"Visitors?" he repeated, looking up from his book.
"Hello little brother," twin voices spoke warmly.
"You're still calling me that?"
"We've thought of you as that since you were twelve, and we would have told you if you hadn't run off so quick."
He braced himself. "And your Mum?"
"She said to tell you, that you better still keep coming to family dinners, since your open invitation is still in place."
He blew out a relieved breath, and they each perched on one of the arms of his chair, slinging an arm across his shoulders.
"Mum can be a lioness when protecting her kids-" Fred began.
"Exactly!"
"But that includes you, little brother-" George continued.
"And she has the same opinion on Ginny that we do," the finished together.
"Which is?"
"She brought it on herself." He blew out a relieved breath. "We would have told you this, if you hadn't disappeared so quick, little brother."
He glanced at them both briefly. "Are you upset that I came to Victor?"
"No, little brother," the replied gently, "we understand that you'd need privacy to process."
"Yeah," he breathed.
"Our door is always open."
"Thanks," he replied warmly. "But I'm going to move back into Grimmauld Place. I know Sirius didn't like it but-"
"You have good memories there."
"I do," he agreed with a smile. "I'll need to redecorate though."
"Need some help?"
"Are you free to do that?"
"We have employees now," they stated grandly, causing him to laugh. They became serious. "This hasn't put you off of getting married," they asked gently, "has it, little brother?"
"No," he replied slowly, "but I wouldn't be able to commit to it, unless I was sure I loved them and they loved me." His smile was wry. "For now, I'm just going to focus on redecorating and figuring out what I want to do with my life."
