Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge

**For what you did to me

And what I\'ll do to you

You get, what everyone else gets

You get a lifetime**





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Harry pushed himself off the bed, rather reluctantly.





“Already?”





“Yes, love. Sorry.”





“But… it’s only 4:30… I thought you had ‘till six?”





“Today’s Teddy’s birthday. We’re kicking the Potter/Weasley family dinner up a notch. Didn’t I tell you?”





“Yes, but I was hoping you’d forget… “





Draco reached out clawing for Harry’s hand, wanting to pull him back into the bed.





“I forgot last year, thanks to you. He didn’t notice then, but he will today. He’s six now.”





Draco sighed, knowing there was no way around this one.





“Is he really six already?”





“Yeah, can you believe it? This past year has really gone by fast.”





“I wonder why?”





Harry grinned at the jest. He drifted back to his lover, half-way through redressing, and leaned over him. He trailed his nose over the other’s, teasing with promises of kisses if the other could catch them, but Draco one-upped him by grabbing his arm and pushing him off balance. Draco threw his arms around his neck and held him close, lazily but forcefully sliding his tongue over his lover’s. Harry purred into the assault, quite happy for the delay, but he knew he had to leave. The last time he was late to a family function, Ginny threw such a fit that it very nearly ruined the entire party.





“Alright, love. That’s enough. I’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?”





He pulled away from Draco and laughed at the pout the blonde threw at him.





“I’m sorry, it’s not like I can just filch on my own god-son. I’ll be here tomorrow afternoon. We’ll go out.”





He landed a quick kiss on Draco’s noseand left the room, and then the flat, without another word. Draco stared after, long past the moment he disappeared. He sighed, frowning. He wasn’t happy with having to share Harry with Ginny. He put up with it only because he wanted him so badly, he just took what he could get. Harry was tactful about it, never mentioning her to him. Draco only sometimes brought it up, but he hated being so cliché about wondering when the man he was having an affair with would leave his other lover. It made him feel dirty and used, and he didn’t want to associate those feelings with the man he loved. It would just be better if Harry would tell Ginny about him.





**





“Shit.”





Harry mentally cursed himself as he tried to slip through the door without being too noticed. Despite his efforts, he was already late; there was no point in creating further drama by calling attention to it.





“Harry, where have you been?” Ginny hissed at him as he sidled into the kitchen beside her.





“I’m here now.”





He stressed the word ‘now’, with a bit of a stern look to imply that she should shut-up. She glared at him, but let it slide since the entire clan was squished around the long table. Harry walked around and surprised little Teddy by grabbing him and scooping him up into a giant bear hug. He finally let the squealing child down, and handed him a small wrapped package.





“Go put it on the pile, Teddy.”





The child jumped to his feet and ran with the parcel, to the giant pile of gifts at the far end of the table. Harry sat down and nodded a greeting to Ron.





“Hermione, how are you?”





He indicated her stomach where the bulge was finally visible through her robes.





“Just fine, Harry. Thank you.”





She beamed back at him, as only a happily pregnant woman could. They all settled into the now-long established routine of getting the entire family together and having dinner. The added bonus of Teddy Lupin’s birthday simply served to keep things a little jollier. The festivities swung into the night, everyone focused on nothing but happy thoughts, but eventually it got too late for the little ones, and Hermione was getting tired, and Ron (being incredibly of her in her condition) insisted they leave immediately and she be put to bed. Even George decided it had been a long day, and Ginny and Harry bade everyone a good night. Kreacher was already cleaning up, and Harry made for the stairs in order to hasten the morning’s come.





“Harry.”



The word was flat, and Harry knew that meant she was unhappy about something very specific. He didn’t want to turn around, but knew it would turn even uglier than it needed to be if he ignored her.





“Gin?”





“Harry, you were late today.”





“I know, hon. I’m sorry.”





He couldn’t actually think of an explanation, weak or otherwise, so he kept it at that. He turned back around, silently begging her to be in the sort of upset mood where she’d keep snitty and refuse to speak to him. He almost thought he was home-free as he made it to the bedroom. He even got so far as pulling on something to sleep in, when he heard her icy tone.





“You could have at least said something a little more tactful than ‘I’m here now’. You didn’t even tell me you were going anywhere today.”





Harry sighed, and stayed where he was. He didn’t want to fight with her. He’d had a long day, and Draco had really taken it out of him. He just wanted to go to sleep.





“Harry…”





“Do I have to tell you everything about me? Do I have to report my every move to you in a log book? Am I not allowed to have my own life? It’s not like we’re married!”





The harsh words stung Ginny hard. The topic of marriage was a sore one for her. She saw no reason why they shouldn’t just do it, but he always seemed mildly opposed to it, for one reason or another. Harry looked up and saw the tears threatening, and he instantly regretted his outburst. He walked over to her and held her close.





“Ginny, I’m sorry. I’m just tired. Please forgive me.”





She didn’t know what else to say, so she just nodded.





“You’re- you’re right. I don’t have to know everything.”





She didn’t look alright, but Harry couldn’t think of anything else to do or say. He just shook his head, kissed her forehead, and went back to the bed. He lay on the far end, and faced the wall. Ginny stood a moment longer, then threw on a night gown. She gingerly climbed into the bed, as far from him as she could. She hated going to sleep in the middle of an unresolved fight, but there was nothing she could do because Harry was already snoring softly beside her.





**





A few hours after they’d retired, Ginny woke with a start from a dream she wasn’t actually aware she was having. She couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong. She got up, and went to the window, to pull aside the drapes. Bathed in the pale moonlight, she turned and looked over the stretched out form of her lover. She felt rather badly about the way she had gone off on him earlier. He was right, she didn’t need to know everything he did. She should trust him to behave, and leave it at that.





Deciding she needed to do something to make amends for her invasive behaviour, she crawled back into the bed next to Harry and brushed the hair from his eyes. She leaned down and kissed his neck, breathing in deeply. She caught a scent that wasn’t altogether unfamiliar, but she knew it wasn’t entirely Harry’s either. She assumed maybe he’d worn a not-often-used cologne that day, and trailed her hand down the front of his shirt. She fingered the bulge at his crotch, wondering if she shouldn’t wake him up. She decided that it would be more interesting if she let him wake up DURING.



Moving downward and positioning herself, she spread his legs apart and pulled down his sleep pants. She smiled at the sight of his erection springing forward and bobbing slightly; she’d always found the entire contraption adorable. She wrapped her hand softly around the smooth, silky shaft. Giving a stroke or two, she prepared his body for the attentions to follow. The last thing she wanted was for him to freak out at the sudden onslaught of sensation and wake up, possibly bruising her in the process. It took that happening twice for her to give up for a while. Eventually she learned the right way of doing things, and giving Harry ‘sweet dreams’ was one of her favourite activities. She licked away the droplet forming on the tip in her hand, and then moved lower to lick up from the base of his erection. She was rewarded with a sigh and a gentle shift, as if Harry were opening himself further for her. She smiled, then took the entire thing in her mouth, slowly sucking everything in. Encouraged by the quickening of his breath, she increased her speed and sucked a little harder on the head. She let go, then, and while he whined a little, his breath hitched quite violently as she took in one of his balls. Sucking and biting gently, she massaged the sensitive globes with her tongue, moving even lower to do the same to the soft tissue just below.





Harry’s breath came in shuddering gasps now, and he clawed at the sheets beneath his fingertips. He wasn’t awake yet, though, and Ginny was determined to make him cum before he was. She replaced her mouth with one hand, and used the other to hold his shaft steady as she took the whole thing in again. Keeping things as wet and slippery as possible, she bobbed as fast as she could without getting things too messy. She relished in the soft moan that came from the man below her. It was when that moan turned into a discernable word that she paused.





‘Draco’?!





She removed herself very inelegantly, wiping the spit away from her mouth and chin.





“Harry!”



Harry snorted awake, more than a little confused. He felt cold and bothered and very neglected. He looked down to see his wet cock exposed to the cool air. It would have been almost pleasant, but the look in Ginny’s face was murder.





“’Draco’??”





Harry threw himself up as he heard that name falling from her lips.





“What?”





“You just said his name! You were about to cum, and you moan HIS name!!”





Harry felt incredibly vulnerable. He wasn’t sure how much she knew, or what she thought it meant, or even why he was mostly naked, but his hardness was waning fast in his confusion.





“Ginny…”



She stared at him, the steel in her expression remaining steadfast. A slight pause, serving to make Harry squirm even more and reach to cover himself, rent the air. Finally she spoke, a single word.





“Yes?”





“Er…”





Her eyes narrowed even further, if that was possible.





“’Er’ is NOT a good thing to say right now.”





Harry started to shake. The last thing he ever wanted to do was hurt Ginny in any way. He would have done the honorable thing and just left her when he realized he actually loved somebody else, if not for the fact that he didn’t not love Ginny. He tried to explain as such, but it came out all garbled and confused, and sadly there was only one thing Ginny was able to focus on.





“You still see him, don’t you?”





Harry’s gaze dropped, and he wasn’t able to look her in the eye. This was all Ginny needed, however, as an admittance.





“This whole time, Harry?? You’ve been lying to me for three fucking years?”





Finally, something he could defend himself over…





“NO! No, not this whole time. It’s only been about a year...”





As this was supposed to make her feel better, Harry was confused to find that Ginny only became more upset. He didn’t understand that he had clearly admitted that he was cheating on her. When she just stared at him and didn’t say a word, he got worried.





“Ginny…?”





His extension was met with a sickening slap across his cheek.





“Get out! Get out, NOW!





Harry stared at Ginny, not wanting to believe what he was hearing.





“Ginn-“





“NO! I can’t look at you right now. I mean it! Get out!”





Harry got up and backed away from the bed, hastily fumbling for a shirt. He stumbled in the door way, and Ginny continued her verbal tirade against him: cursing him for lying, and cheating, and being a jerk. Harry just made it through the portal as something unidentifiable splintered on the door frame. He stumbled down the stairs and left a crying Ginny on the bed. She could still taste him on her tongue, and this realization simply served to intensify her tears. She drew her knees to her chest, and wailed into her nightgown as she heard the front door open and shut.





**





Harry banged on the door in front of him. He didn’t want to intrude on Draco, but he needed his help. When no one answered he banged again, louder this time. Finally a sleepy blonde head poked through the newly formed crack in the door.





“Harry?”





The smile on his face didn’t affect Harry. The pained look he gave in response shook the delight from Draco’s features. Draco had only ever seen a secure and strong Harry, ever since that night when Harry finally admitted he loved him.





“Harry? What’s wrong?”





He stepped aside, and let Harry shuffle through the portal.





**





Ginny banged on the door in front of her. When no one answered, she banged harder. She kept her barrage on the wood before her until it swung open in front of her.





“Gin! What the hell is going on??”





Ron stopped short when he saw his sister’s tears.





“Oh no, what did that stupid git do now?”





“Ron, darling?”





“Hermione, go back to bed, don’t worry about it.”





“Is that Ginny? Oh, dear. I’m coming down.”



Ron feebly tried to dissuade his wife from bothering herself, but she was quite stubborn, and before he knew it they were all three on the couch with tea and Ginny was sobbing into Hermione’s hair. Hermione rocked her back and forth, offering soothing tones. Ron couldn’t believe that Harry would do this to his baby sister, let alone twice; without ever once letting on to anyone that something might be wrong. He thought for sure he’d strangle him if he saw him again anytime soon.





“Ginny, honey, there’s nothing we can do right now. We should just go to bed… We’ll find a way to contact him in the morning. I don’t want you to worry over this. If it comes right down to it, you can leave him.”





“But, Hermione, you don’t understand. I can’t just walk away from this.”





“Why not, love?”





Ginny sat back and stared levelly at her sister-in-law, gaze drifting to the swell in her tummy.





“Hermione… I was hoping to tell Harry this first… He was so flippant today. And then we fought… I just forgot about it… I’m…”





“Sis?”





Ron put a hand on her shoulder, suddenly very worried about his family.





“What is it?”





“Ron… I’m… I’m pregnant.”





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**And in the end, we\'ll fall apart

Just like the leaves change in color

And then I will be with you

I will be there one last time now**