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A/N: Um..hello. Yes, yes, I know I've been gone for a while and I do apologize profusely for it. I hope you all will excuse my long absence and I do want to take a moment to explain where I was. Those of you who are on my livejournal know what's been going on and I'm thankful for all your words.

I was burned out. Writing had become too much of a chore I was starting to despise it. It was no longer a hobby I loved to do. I didn't enjoy it anymore -- I couldn't enjoy it anymore. I needed a break. While I was going through that, I suffered a great loss. My father passed away very suddenly a week before Thanksgiving. Everything in my life was chaotic and I had to deal with a lot of things resulting from losing my father. It's still not easy dealing with it and I don't think it ever will.

I hope now that you all know what's been going on you will forgive me (maybe?). I know this is not a new chapter but I felt I needed to rewrite Chapter 16. It wasn't what I know I was capable of. So now, here it is the new and improved Chapter 16.

A million and one thanks to Lynne. You rock.

Chapter fixed! Sorry about the mix up.


Adventures as Newlyweds

Chapter Sixteen – Late Nights and Morning Rows

Something woke Ginny out of her sleep but she wasn’t entirely sure what it was. She remained where she was with her eyes still closed and snuggled deeper into her pillow. She felt Harry’s arm tighten around her waist and he pulled her closer to him. For a moment she felt a tightening in her chest knowing that he was leaving for the weekend. As silly as it sounded, she was going to miss him even if it was for just one night.

There was a loud noise that made Ginny open her eyes and push any thoughts of missing Harry out of her head. She frowned into the moonlit room.

“Harry?” she called quietly.

“Mmm?” He tightened his grip on her.

“Harry, did you hear that?” she asked.

“Hear what?” he grunted.

“I don’t know,” she replied.

“Then why did you ask? Go back to sleep so I can wake you in another hour or so and we can continue to make the most of what we have tonight,” he muttered.

Ginny sighed and pulled herself out of his grasp. She turned to face him and found him sprawled out with his eyes closed.

“Git,” she muttered and she smacked his arm for good measure.

Harry’s eyes sprang open and he glared at her. “What was that for?”

“I really did hear something,” she said angrily.

“Well you failed to tell me what it was you heard so there’s no need to hit me,” he replied and turned over so his back was to her. She glared at his bare back.

“I hit you because you’re being an insufferable git. I really did hear something,” she insisted.

“What then?” he asked heatedly.

Ginny was about to reply when she heard it again. Harry sat up and looked at her. For a moment he looked like he was going to spring out of bed, wield his wand and charge out of the bedroom ready to defend them.

And her analysis of his demeanor was spot on.

Harry was halfway through pulling his boxers on with one hand when the noise came again. This time Ginny was able to place it as someone knocking at the door. She relaxed. Harry only tensed.

“It’s someone at the door,” she muttered. She frowned. Who would be at the door at this time at night?

Harry appeared not to hear her as he quickly and stealthily made his way to the bedroom door. He paused and looked at her. “I’m going to lock the door behind me. Keep your wand at the ready.”

“Where are you going?” Ginny asked. She got out of bed, keeping the bed sheet wrapped firmly around her naked form.

“I’m going to answer the door,” he explained. He gripped his wand tightly in his hand and glanced at her. “Stay in here, Ginny.”

“Why?” she demanded.

“Because it may not be safe,” he sighed in annoyance. “It could be a Death Eater or maybe even Malfoy coming back to finish you off!”

Ginny stared at her husband for a moment before bursting out in giggles.

“Harry,” she sighed between giggles. She heard the knocking again, this time more insistent. She watched as Harry instinctively held his wand higher and snapped his gaze back into the dark hallway. “Harry, you’re being ridiculous!”

Harry looked back at her, his face solemn and serious. “I’m ridiculous for wanting to protect you? We don’t know who that is and what they want.”

“Think about it, love, would a Death Eater knock on the front door?” she asked and turned toward the wardrobe for a dressing gown. She glanced back at Harry and saw that he was still holding his wand. The muscles in his back were taunt and tensed. She rolled her eyes as she pulled the first dressing gown she saw out and shrugged it on. “It’s probably someone we know.”

“Then they would Floo or send us an owl, not bang on our door in the middle of the night,” Harry insisted. He looked at her and looked surprised that she was still out of bed and had a dressing gown on. “I told you to stay here!”

The knock came again, this time sounding more insistent. Ginny rolled her eyes again at Harry and shoved past him in the doorway. “And I told you that you were being ridiculous. You aren’t listening to me so why should I listen to you?”

She was halfway down the hallway before she heard heavy footfalls and Harry’s frantic voice.


He was suddenly in front of her and blocked her way. He glanced behind his shoulder and looked furious. “I’m not letting you go out there!”

Ginny’s annoyance was quickly turning into anger. What was his problem? Did he really think she was incapable of answering the front door in the middle of the night? Was she really some sort of helpless damsel in distress that needed his rescuing every second of every day? He was pulling his absurd must-protect-Ginny-at-all-costs-because-I’m-Harry-Bleeding-Potter-and-that’s-what-I-do card and quite frankly, she was sick of it.

Without saying a word to him, she shoved past him yet again and strode determinedly into the sitting room and to the front door.

“Don’t open the door!” Harry demanded.

“Stuff it, Harry,” Ginny growled and whirled around to face him. “Stop being the hero and for Merlin’s sake put your wand away!”

She turned toward the door again and without hesitation, pulled it open. Her anger swiftly turned into surprise.


The dark skinned witch stood just outside the hallway looking nervous and exhausted. Dark smudges were under her eyes and her forehead was creased in worry. She carried three heavy books in her arms and a satchel on her back looked like it was ripping at the seams.

“Ginny, I’m sorry to bother you so late,” Mikayla said hurriedly and stepped inside. She glanced at Ginny and her look of worry changed to a look of guilt.

“Oh Merlin, I interrupted something, didn’t I?” she moaned in embarrassment.

“No, no, you didn’t,” Ginny reassured her.

“I should have known better! You’re newlyweds after all and it’s only natural –”

“Mikayla, it’s fine,” Ginny cut her off. “Don’t worry about it.”

Mikayla opened her mouth to say something but was cut off again; this time by Harry’s fierce bellow.

“Identify yourself!”

Harry had grabbed Ginny and shoved her behind him faster than Ginny could blink. His wand was clenched tightly in his hand and pointed directly at Mikayla’s heart. She stared back at him, her eyes wide with surprise and fear.

Ginny couldn’t blame her for looking fearful. Normally Harry was a sweet and amiable guy, but once he went wielding his wand and shoved it in your face after the slightest hint of a threat towards him and the ones he loved fiercely, you’d be incredibly stupid to show anything but fear in front of him.

“I’m – I’m Mikayla,” she stuttered. Her eyes went to Ginny’s, a questioning expression on her face.

“Harry!” Ginny hissed and tugged on his wand hand. “Stop it!”

“Prove it,” Harry nearly growled and ignored Ginny completely.

Mikayla hesitated, her eyes flickering back and forth between Harry and Ginny.

“Maybe I should just go,” Mikayla whispered and made a move to leave.

“Don’t move!” Harry bellowed.

Poor Mikayla froze on the spot, staring in horror at Harry.

“Oh for Merlin’s sake, Harry, it’s Mikayla!” Ginny cried and succeeded in getting past his protective stance.

He kept his gaze and wand on Mikayla.

“Ask her something then,” Harry insisted without looking at Ginny.

“Really, Harry, you’re being ridiculous.” Ginny rolled her eyes for what seemed like the umpteenth time that night.

“Ask her!” Harry demanded.

“Stop being such an idiot!” Ginny retorted.
“Just ask her a bloody question, Ginny!” Harry snapped, “Stop being so trusting of everyone!”

Ginny was way passed being annoyed with him; she was downright furious. Where did he get off acting like this? The overprotective act was getting old and he knew she hated it. She was fully aware of how the War had affected him; Merlin knew she was the only one who understood his behavior at times the best, but this was going too far.

He demanded she ask Mikayla, did he? Well, she’d do exactly what he wanted.

She stole a glance at Harry before turning her eyes on Mikayla and giving her a kind look.

“Mikayla, what happened on the beach on the last night of our honeymoon?” Ginny asked sweetly.

Mikayla looked very wary and unsure if she should answer.

“Go on, “Ginny encouraged her.”

With a look of trepidation on her face, Mikayla took a deep breath and answered.

“Harry took you for a walk and then you two sha-”

“You told her that!” Harry finally dropped his wand arm and stared at his wife in disbelief. “Do you go around telling all your friends about our sex life?”

Ginny refrained from snapping at him. After his behavior she was not going to acknowledge him in any shape or form

“Mikayla,” Ginny said softly and focused all her attention on her friend. “What’s going on?”

“I’m so sorry,” Mikayla apologized quickly. She stole a glance at Harry before looking back at Ginny. “My exams are tomorrow morning and I don’t feel ready at all. I can’t get anything done at Angelina’s since Fred came over and there’s nowhere else for me to go. Could I please stay here for a bit? Maybe you could help me out?”

Ginny was about to ask her why Colin wasn’t helping when she remembered their conversation a few weeks ago. Apparently Colin hadn’t done anything after Ginny’s “talk” with him.

“Sure,” she replied and gave Mikayla an encouraging smile. “It’ll be just like we’re back at Hogwarts.”

“Thanks, Ginny,” Mikayla grinned and took it upon herself to sit on the small sofa. She looked up at her friend. “I really appreciate this.”

“What are friends for?” Ginny smiled. “You get your things together. I’m going to change.”

Without looking Harry, she went back to the bedroom to change. She had barely walked through the doorway when she heard the door close a little too loudly behind her. She turned and faced an annoyed and confused Harry.

“Why are you helping her?” Harry demanded before Ginny could even take a breath to speak.

Ginny frowned and crossed her arms over her chest. “Because she’s my friend and friends help each other. I helped her all the time back at Hogwarts before exams.”

“In case you haven’t noticed, Ginny, we aren’t at Hogwarts anymore,” Harry pointed out scathingly. “This is our flat, not the dormitory in Gryffindor Tower.”

“What’s your point?” Ginny snapped. She had had it with Harry. Her temper had risen well above her boiling point with him by now and she was not in the mood to row with him. It appeared, though, she wouldn’t have that choice right now.

She tapped her food impatiently on the floor now. “I’m not allowed to help my friends out, is that what you’re saying?”

“I’m saying that you and Mikayla are adults now. Can’t she study on her own?” Harry replied hotly. “Why does she need your help to study for an exam that you know absolutely nothing about?”

“She’s going through a tough time right now, Harry,” Ginny huffed. “She’s my best friend. Wouldn’t you do the same thing if it were Ron or Hermione?”


“Right, sure. You wouldn’t help out two thirds of the Golden Trio in their time of need late at night,” Ginny scoffed. “You’d leave them during an emergency.”

“Not in an emergency situation, no, but this,” Harry gestured wilding toward the door with one hand, “this is not an emergency. It’s a bloody exam! An exam you know nothing about!”

“You’ve said that,” Ginny growled.

“That’s my point! You don’t know anything about whatever it is she’s studying, why do you need to help her?”

“It’s the most important exam of her life!” Ginny cried. “I can’t just leave her to fend for her own, not when Colin is being a complete and utter arse!”

“What about us then? What about making the most of tonight?” Harry demanded. “I’m leaving for the weekend, Ginny!”

“After the way you’ve acted I don’t even want to breath the same air as you!” Ginny countered. She threw her hands up in the air. “You’ve completely overreacted tonight!”

“Pardon me for making sure you’re safe,” Harry argued.

“Safe?” Ginny scoffed. “Safe from whom? Merlin, Harry, you scared Mikayla half to death!”

“I had to make sure she was who she said she was!” Harry cried. “You can’t believe people are who they say they are without making sure!”

“You have trust issues,” Ginny replied sharply.

“I can’t imagine why I would have trust issues! Why would the great Harry Potter have trust issues?” Harry shouted sarcastically. He ran his hands through his hair in obvious frustration.

“You didn’t have to react that way!” Ginny pointed out. “You couldn’t have answered the door like any normal person?”

He glared at her and held an accusing finger in her direction. “You of all people should understand why I reacted that way!”

“The War’s been over for years! Don’t you think you should have gotten over it by now?” Ginny shot back without thinking.

And once she realized what she said, she clamped a hand over her mouth and immediately regretted it. How could she say that to him?

“Harry,” she breathed, the fight quickly fleeing her, “Merlin, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean that.”

Harry didn’t reply. He merely stared at her, shock and hurt clearly displayed on his face.

Ginny watched him carefully. Merlin, how in the world could she say that?

Harry remained unresponsive. Without a word he turned his back on her and climbed back in bed.

“Harry, I’m so, so sorry,” Ginny pleaded. “Harry, you know I didn’t mean to say that. I got caught up in –”

“Mikayla’s waiting for you,” he interrupted her. He pulled the bedclothes over him and kept his back toward her.

Ginny was rendered speechless. She didn’t know what to do or say. She didn’t mean what she said, surely Harry knew that?

Knowing there was nothing more she could say to him right now, she shuffled her way out of the bedroom and back into the sitting room, her shoulders slumped in regret and defeat.

She found Mikayla still standing by the door. She looked remorseful and worried.

“Oh, Sweet Merlin, Ginny, I didn’t mean to cause all this trouble,” Mikayla said quickly. “I shouldn’t have come.”

“It isn’t your fault,” Ginny sighed wearily. It was true. It wasn’t Mikayla’s fault that she and Harry just had the biggest row of their entire marriage. It was building up for a while and the arrival of her friend was the final catalyst, the breaking point. “It’s just . . . this isn’t as easy as I thought it would be.”

Mikayla adapted a look of sympathy. She sighed. “Relationships are never easy. But if you love one another, you’ll get through it.”

She laughed a sudden harsh laugh and shook her head. “Listen to me, giving out relationship advice when my own love life is hanging by a thin thread.”

Ginny sighed. “Let’s just not think about all this right now. Come sit down and I’ll put on a pot of tea and we’ll get going on your studies.”

“No,” Mikayla shook her head. She gave Ginny a small smile of apology. “Harry’s right.”

Ginny frowned. Had she heard everything they were arguing about?”

“We aren’t at Hogwarts and it isn’t your job to help me out with studying for exams. It never was,” Mikayla continued. “You were just such a good friend to deal with me and my last minute studying freak outs. And if it weren’t for me coming here tonight, you and Harry would have been able to enjoy your night.”

“Mika, we would have rowed without you even coming here,” Ginny reiterated. “It was bound to happen.”

Mikayla watched her intently for a moment. She reached out and placed a hand on Ginny’s shoulder. “Is everything all right?”

“Yes,” Ginny replied at once. “No. I . . . it’s just been a lot of stuff lately and we’re not handling it well.”

Mikayla squeezed her shoulder. “Do you want to talk about it?

Ginny shook her head. As much as she would like to talk to someone about the problems she was having with adjusting to marriage and the rows she was having with Harry, she thought she should talk to her mother first. “Another time.”

Mikayla nodded in understanding. She sighed and let go of Ginny’s shoulder. “I should go then. I’ll just throw up a few Silencing Charms to block out Angelina and Fred.”

Ginny shuddered at the thought. She squeezed her eyes shut at the image that came to her mind. “Oh really, Mikayla, not an image I need.”

Mikayla gave a short laugh. She quickly said a goodbye and left.

Ginny stared at the closed door for a few moments, the night’s events floating through her mind. She never thought that tonight would have gone the way it did. She never wanted to row with Harry like that . . . but like she told Mikayla, it was bound to happen. It was only a matter of time before things began to snap.

Shaking herself from her stupor, Ginny ensured the door was locked and headed back to bed.

She stood in the door frame and watched Harry’s form. He was faking sleep, she could tell right away. He looked too tense and his breathing wasn’t deep enough.

Ginny slowly made her way to her side of the bed and settled herself under the blankets. Almost immediately, Harry turned his back toward her. Ginny felt a stab of pain in her chest at his movement. Never in their short marriage had he slept so far from her. He was always spooning her and refused to sleep away from her.

You couldn’t keep your mouth shut, Weasley. You had to let your temper get the best of you and spew whatever verbal rubbish came to your mouth, she thought viscously.

Ginny cast a glance at Harry and noticed that he was as close to the edge as he could get without falling off.

“I’m sorry, Harry,” she said loud enough for him to hear.

He didn’t respond.

Choking back a sob that threatened to escape her, Ginny turned her back on him and buried her face in her pillow.

My marriage is ruined.
It was that thought running through her mind that caused her to fall into a restless sleep.

* * * * * *

Ginny had barely been able to sleep for a few hours. She found herself wide awake well before Harry and spent the time until he woke staring up at the ceiling and thinking over the horrible events of the night before.

When Harry finally woke, he didn’t even look in her direction. He was completely ignoring her and it only made Ginny feel worse. She wanted to talk to him but how could she if he wouldn’t even look at her?

My marriage is ruined.

That horrible thought ran through her head yet again. She shook her head of it and tried to go on with her morning.

She watched stood from the bed and decided to wait until he was out of the room and into the shower before getting out herself. She expected him to keep his back toward her and leave the room, but he didn’t. He looked behind his shoulder and his eyes held hers.

Ginny stared at him, afraid of what he would do or say. She’d give anything to take back what she said last night to him, and before she knew it she was blurting out an apology.

“I’m so, so sorry,” she whispered. Traitorous tears sprang to her eyes and she blinked furiously to keep them from falling. “I swear I didn’t mean any of it.”

“I know,” he replied softly. He sighed and ran a hand through his wild hair. “I’m sorry for acting the way I did.”

Neither one of them spoke after that; they merely stayed locked in their positions staring at each other. There was a still a thick tension hanging between them even though they apologized to each other. Ginny knew that they would have to do more than apologize. They had to talk and talk soon before things got completely unfixable between them.

Harry moved first. He knelt on top of the bed and leaned down to place a kiss on Ginny’s forehead.

“You know I love you, right?” he asked quietly. “Just because things aren’t perfect between us right now, my feelings for you won’t change.”

Ginny nodded, swallowing the lump in her throat.

“I know,” she replied hoarsely.

Harry nodded once and climbed off the bed. He left the bedroom quickly.

Ginny found herself standing in front of the mirror as she brushed her teeth a few minutes after Harry left. She was happy they were speaking to each other again, but she didn’t like the uneasy feeling in the pit of her stomach. She knew they didn’t have time to talk before Harry left and she hated the fact that he was going to be gone all weekend. She didn’t want to leave things like this.

Along with the tension and unease Ginny felt, she was starting to get annoyed. She glanced at the wireless sitting on the counter where music was blaring out of it. She winced when Harry tried to sing along to the song in a very off key tone. Clearly, singing was not one of his talents. The music was way too loud and Ginny was surprised the neighbors hadn’t been knocking on their door and demanding they lower it.

At first, Ginny was amused that he listened to the wireless as he took his shower. But now, four whole weeks of listening to it and she was getting tired of it. It wasn’t that she minded him listening to it, it was the sheer volume plus the terrible singing, and now she couldn’t take it anymore.

She spit the toothpaste out of her mouth and rinsed with water. She glanced at the wireless again and decided to take matters into her own hands. She reached over and lowered the dial considerably.

Harry’s horrid singing stopped immediately. The shower curtain opened and he peered out.

“What’d you do that for?” Harry demanded squinting at her.

“Because,” she replied nonchalantly. She wet her face with some water, “it was a little too loud.”

“I play it loud so I can hear it over the shower,” Harry explained forcefully. “You know that.”

“Harry,” she said as she picked up a small bottle. She poured a little of the cleanser into her palm and rubbed it vigorously, “the entire city can hear it. It wouldn’t hurt for you to turn it down just a bit.”

Ginny began scrubbing her face with the cleanser.

“It isn’t that loud, and it helps me wake up in the morning,” Harry replied defensively.

The volume of the wireless increased again and this time it was even louder than before. Ginny cracked open an eye slightly and glanced at the wireless.

She quickly rinsed her face and turned the dial down once more. She heard the shower curtain being pulled back again.

“Ginny,” Harry’s voice said sternly. “Stop doing that. You’re going to make me late.”

“And you’re going to make us deaf if you keep that up,” she shot back and patted her face dry with a towel. She reached for another bottle and went through the same regime as before. She heard Harry muttering under his breath as he got out of the shower.

“You know, if you keep scrubbing your face like that every morning your skin is going to peel off,” he said.

Ginny looked at him in the washroom mirror and glared.

“This is part of my morning regime that helps me wake up,” she explained in annoyance. She reached for a third bottle and gave a cry of shock as Harry snatched it out of her reach.

“Well if you interrupt mine, I interrupt yours,” Harry sang annoyingly and shook it in his hand. Ginny turned around to glare at him but quickly squeezed her eyes shut.

“Merlin, Harry, could you please put something on!” she cried.

“Once again, I reiterate, it is not like we have not seen each other naked,” he ground out.

“While that is true, dear, you do not need to parade around like that,” she replied, her eyes still squeezed shut.

“It’s my flat and I can walk around starkers if I want to,” he argued childishly.

“Put something on!” she demanded.

Ginny heard him grumble under his breath and the rustle of a towel being yanked off a hanger. She cracked one eye open. Harry had put a towel around his waist and he was still holding her bottle. She opened her eyes fully and reached out for it. Harry lifted it higher.

“Harry, give me that!”

“Why?” he asked. “You wouldn’t let me do my morning the way I wanted to, so why should I let you do yours.”

Ginny let out a slow breath and crossed her arms. “You’re not a husband, you’re an overgrown child.” She turned back around and tried to continue getting ready for the day.

“Yeah, well I used to have a counter in here, but ever since you moved in, it’s been covered with all sorts of stupid bottles. What in the bloody hell do you need all this stuff for?” he replied and looked at her questioningly. “What would you look like if you didn’t use all this stuff?”

Ginny gasped and turned towards him. She did not have that many bottles on the counter. Just enough for basic skin and hair care. He was lucky she wasn’t one of those witches that spent two hours every morning masking their faces and using nearly every product available for their hair and skin. “For your information, Harry James, I do not use anything that completely alters my appearance because I am not that sort of girl. And second of all, it is not a crime to be hygienic.”

“I didn’t say there was anything wrong with being hygienic,” he retorted and mimicked her voice. “I just want to know why you have to take so long in the washroom every morning and use all this stuff.” He shook the bottle in his hand. “What exactly is all this?”

Ginny took a deep breath and tried to calm herself. She faced the mirror and avoided looking at him. “I don’t take that long in the washroom! Would you prefer a wife that spent half her morning in here alone?”

“Fine. Longer than I do, but I still don’t get why you need all this stuff.”

“Like I tried to tell you, it is basic hygiene and I don’t use nearly as much stuff as any other girl I know, so you should consider yourself lucky. And that,” she pointed at the bottle in his hand still, “is my birth control potion and unless you want another annoying replica of you in the near future, give it back.”

In a flash, Harry shoved the bottle back at her and wiped his hands on his towel. Ginny stifled a laugh and took a swig of her potion as she watched him hurry out of the washroom. Ginny quickly finished up and went into the bedroom to get dressed. She frowned when she entered the room.

Harry stood in the middle of the room pulling on a shirt with several items of clothing around him on the floor. All of them, she knew, were clean as she had done the laundry two days before and had personally put them away for him. She was actually surprised at how quickly he could cover the floor with clothes when it had been clutter free only an hour ago. She pressed her lips firmly together and tried to keep her temper at bay.

“Why are your clothes all over the floor?” she asked and picked up a shirt.

“Because I decided not to wear them,” Harry explained. He looked over himself in the mirror and frowned. He pulled the shirt off and dropped it to the floor before going back to the wardrobe.

“Harry,” Ginny sighed in annoyance, “I just washed these the other day. They’re all clean. You can’t just throw it on the floor like that.”

“I’ll pick it up when I’m done,” he replied distantly.

Ginny snorted and snatched up another shirt. “Oh sure you will, just like Umbridge will be friends with werewolves and centaurs.”

Harry paused and turned to look at her. He frowned. “What does that mean?”

“Nothing,” she said stiffly and hung his clothes up once more. She pulled out a shirt of her own. She felt all the anger from the night before bubbling up again. “I just thought you might want to maintain some sort of cleanliness around here.”

“Do you want everything spotlessly clean?” he asked.

“No,” she snapped and went to the chest of drawers. She pulled out a pair of jeans. “I just thought you’d at least try to be somewhat tidy. I can’t pick up after you all the time, you know.”

“First you’ve got a problem with me listening to music as I take a shower, now you’ve got a problem with my clothes on the floor,” he said in a very strained voice. He smiled in a falsely sweet way, “Is there anything else you’ve got a problem with, dear?”

Ginny titled her head and narrowed her eyes at him. Her anger was back full force and it seemed like his was as well. Suddenly everything, every tiny little detail that had been nagging her combined with the events of the night before suddenly became too much to handle.

“You tap your fingers when you read and it’s really distracting,” she finally said.

Harry rubbed his chin and stared at her with the same narrowed eyes.

“I see,” he sighed and crossed his arms over his bare chest. “Well, it’s really annoying that you make me close my eyes while you change. For Merlin’s sake, Ginny, I’m your husband! You’ve got to get over it! It’s driving me crazy!”

“Oh, really? What else is there, Harry? What else about me drives you crazy?”

“You snore,” he accused.

“I do not!” she cried and stamped her foot.

“And you act like a child sometimes,” he added.

“Me?” she asked in surprise. “What about you? What was that back in the washroom?”

“You started it!” he shouted. “You wouldn’t let me listen to my music.”

“See? You’re doing it right now,” she laughed mockingly. “Just like a little boy.”

“Right, and who was making a huge fuss over me being gone all weekend?” he reminded her.

“Oh, and you weren’t? Who was the one getting possessive last night?” she shot back.

“Possessive? I was merely pointing out the fact that you were choosing your friend over your husband!”

“She didn’t stay after she heard you shouting all those things last night! You scared her off!”

“I told you I was trying to protect you!”

“I don’t need your bloody protection!”

“No, you’re right, you need cooking lessons!”

Ginny’s mouth dropped open in shock. “Oh, so last night was a fluke, was it? What happened to all that praise you were giving me last night?”

“I was being nice after your little panic over me not being home,” he snapped.

“So am I not allowed to worry about you now?” she asked.

“I didn’t say that,” he replied. “You just don’t have to march down to the pub while I’m with my friends and pull the whole ball and chain act, especially wearing what you wore!”

“You didn’t have a problem with my dress last night,” she reminded him. “And you definitely didn’t have a problem with it when it was off.”

He smirked. “I never have any problem when anything is off of you.”

Ginny threw her hands up in defeat and let out an aggravated scream. She ignored the clothes she dropped on the floor.

“You are impossible to live with!” she shouted.

“You’re not so easy to live with either!” Harry cried.

“If I’m so hard to live with, then why did you marry me?” she demanded.

“Because I didn’t know it was going to be so bloody difficult!” he replied. “Voldemort was much easier to deal with than you!”

Ginny glared at him, barely controlling her urge to grab her wand and hex him beyond recognition. She shook her hair behind her shoulders, wanting to hurt him and get the last word on this argument. “Why don’t you just go to your stupid match? And you know the only reason they even put you on the reserves is because all you are to them is a name. It had nothing to do with talent. It’s all because you’re Harry Bloody Potter. A good marketing strategy. That’s all you mean to them.”

She caught the hurt expression on his face and immediately regretted what she said. Twice in less than twelve hours she managed to say something to hurt him.

They stared at each other, each breathing hard and neither one taking the next step. After what seemed like an eternity, Harry’s shoulders sagged. He shoved his hands in his pockets and shuffled out of the door. Ginny listened to his footfalls as he walked down the hallway. She flinched when she hurt the front door slam shut.

Why did she have to open her mouth like this? Why did she have to let her anger get the best of her? She had done the same thing to him twice without thinking. What kind of wife was she?

Unsure of what to do with herself Ginny left the bedroom and decided to get breakfast ready.

She felt like she was on automatic. She went through the motions of making breakfast without really thinking. She burned the bacon and charred the bottom of the eggs and the top of the toast but she found herself not caring. That was nothing compared to what she had done to Harry.

She wondered where he went and what he was doing. Was he rethinking their marriage? Was he trying to figure out a way to get out of this with her?

Ginny didn’t have to wonder long; the front door opened and she heard Harry’s familiar steps again as he moved throughout the flat. She felt him enter the kitchen.

“Are you hungry?” she asked quietly, busying herself with arranging the burned bacon on a plate.

“No,” he replied softly.

She flinched. The pain in his voice torn at her heart. She was the one who made him sound like that.

“Do you want some tea?” she offered.


They fell silent. The tension from earlier was thicker than ever. Ginny loathed it.

She turned around to face him. He looked exactly as he had before; slumped shoulders, hands shoved in his pockets and eyes downcast. The only difference was his bag was next to his feet.

“Harry –”

“I got to go,” he immediately cut her off.

“Oh. Okay.”


“I’ll Floo you later,” he said.


Without another word, Harry had Disapparated and Ginny was left in the still silence of the kitchen.

She stared at the spot he had just occupied and the tears that had wanted to spill earlier finally found release. She nervously twisted her wedding ring with her hand as the tears fell. The only thought that haunted her since the night before sprang back into her mind.

I’ve ruined my marriage.

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