Harry and Ginny are no longer sitting in a tree

Disclaimer: Don’t own Harry Potter or anything related.

A/N: I just wanted to thank everyone for reviewing and reading this story so far. I hope you enjoy this chapter. We find a little more about what Ginny and Harry’s life was together. Don’t worry, Ginny won’t be making a reappearance anytime soon.

Chapter Three: Little Miss Sneaky

Once Lily had gone to bed, Hermione came over to visit, and they talked a bit before Harry brought up what Lily had said to him, “Can you believe my daughter thinks I’m gay?”

“Well aren’t you?”

“What? You think I’m gay, too?” Harry asked incredulously.

“Harry, that’s what Ginny told us was the reason why she was giving you the divorce. No one wanted to bring it up, in case you didn’t want it all out there, Harry everybody knows.”

“Hermione, how can everybody know if I don’t know? Ginny was lying about a lot of things I guess. She left me because she didn’t want kids in the first place, and she was cheating on me since our honeymoon. I came home one to find Lily standing in her playpen crying her eyes out, while Ginny was upstairs under the pool-boy! She apparated away after laughing at me, and then I found out that the divorce already happened and that you all knew that she had been cheating on me. The only reason I stayed in touch with you all was because of Lily and I was sure you only wanted to spare my feelings,” Harry paused, before plunging onwards, “Hermione, the only person I’ve ever had sex with is Ginny. No one else. So if I am gay, it’s a big surprise to me!”

“You mean you haven’t had sex with anybody since Ginny left?” Hermione asked incredulously.

“Actually, since before Lily was born. After she got pregnant, Ginny didn’t ever want to have sex…well at least not with me she didn’t. And then afterwards same thing. In fact, our whole marriage, she would hardly ever want to have sex. With me,” Harry amended quickly, “In her letter, she said I had no technique. Tell me this, Hermione, how the hell was I supposed to know what the hell I was doing, when I was a fucking virgin before we got married? Huh? How could I learn when all she would do is lie there, and not tell me anything?” He stopped at the shocked expression on Hermione’s face, but then started again, “Why the hell would I subject myself to that kind of humiliation ever again? Especially since everyone that looks at me sees ‘The-Boy-Who-Lived’ and not just ‘Harry’?”

“I didn’t know any of that Harry. I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you to talk about this with. I thought you were happy about the divorce,” Hermione finally said.

“Wait here,” Harry ran up to his room, and intending to just grab Ginny’s letter from the shoebox it was in, but decided differently and grabbed the whole thing, and went back downstairs, and handed it to Hermione, “This is the letter she left behind, and these are her journals that she kept. In them, she details all her sexual exploits, and how much fun she had hoodwinking me,” He grabbed the one on top and flipped it to a page at random, and started reading, “‘October 12th, 2001…Merlin is Harry dense. I just got home before he came home from work. I still smelled like Steven, who I had left not ten minutes before. I had stopped by at mum’s and got some food from her. I put it in some pots and set them on the stove. Harry complimented me on making such a good dinner. Then he wanted to watch some telly, so we did, before going to bed. I didn’t feel like putting up with his pawing, so I told him I was too tired. That’s about a week now, so I guess I’ll let him tomorrow night. Steven on the other hand was…’” Harry stopped reading, “She goes on to describe what they did together. ‘October 13th, 2001…I didn’t actually have to do it with Harry tonight because he’s been assigned an assignment somewhere. But the best news is he’s away for three weeks…’ I almost died on that assignment….‘To thank Mr. Thomas, Harry’s boss remember, I invited him and his wife over for a little fun. We made a big mess of our bed. It was positively one of the best nights ever that bed has ever seen. That woman has the best tongue…’ Well you get the picture,” He gestured to the rest of the journals, “They’re all like that. Almost eleven years worth of smut.”

“Why do you keep it? Oh, is that why you quit the Aurors? Because of your boss?” Hermione said, as a light bulb went off in her head.

“Him and my co-workers were only part of the reason. I decided to dedicate my life to raising Lily, and I wasn’t about to let some stranger have the chance to neglect her like her own mother did. There’s a journal in there, describing the shit she would do to ‘the brat.’ Hermione, she was torturing my baby, and I didn’t even realize it. While she was pregnant, she would drink and smoke, just to see if it would hurt the baby. After she was born, she would put her out in the cold, and let her play in the yard. She would always heal Lily before I got home. She would laugh when I asked why Lily would cry so much, and say, ‘Harry, that’s what babies do!’ But Lily would always smile and giggle when I picked her up after I got home. Ginny wrote that that was the reason she got the divorce. I would never take the long assignments, and I would always be home straight after work. After I read those journals, of course I was happy to be rid of the bitch. My daughter is better off not having her in her life. Here, you can take these, and read them, but don’t throw them away. I keep them to remind me of what a fool I was, but also it’s a way to remember, that out of every bad situation, something good comes out of it. I have Lily, and she means the world to me, something I could never thank Ginny enough for. I know I would make the same choice as my mother did for me, for Lily. I just find it sad that Ginny could never feel that. I hope Lily never has any reason to doubt that I love her with all my heart. I’m going to miss her when she goes to Hogwart’s but I know it’s because she’s growing up. Heck, already she doesn’t want to spend very much time with me,” Harry joked, through his tears, “I must have that effect on people. They all want to kill, hurt, or smother me. Of course the smotherers always turn into the hurters,” Harry laughed as he rubbed his shoulder where Hermione had smacked him. “Seriously, Hermione, can you tell everyone to lay off. I don’t want to date, and I’m pretty sure I’m not gay, but to make my daughter happy, I’ll go on the one date that she has been kind enough to set up for me. I’ll try and have a good time for her sake, but I don’t see how that can happen, when the person realizes what bumbling idiot I am. So I expect I’ll be home before an hour is up.”

“Harry, don’t be so hard on yourself. It won’t be that bad,” Hermione said comfortingly.

“Hermione, this is me we’re talking about. My very first kiss ended with the girl crying all over me. My first dance with a girl went oh so well, that was my first ‘date’. My second date ended with the girl walking out on me, after talking about another guy the whole time. And let’s not get into the whole Ginny-thing and how that started. Oh, but don’t forget on my wedding night I got so excited I blew my load before things even got started, and let’s just say my whole sex life has been terrible. Do you really think, I’ll have any better luck with a guy,” Harry paused before continuing in a lighter note, “Oh well, at least this will give me something to do instead of worrying about how Lily will be doing at school. And hey, you never know, maybe I’ll just end up in the hospital from food poisoning after throwing up all over the poor guy. Or maybe I’ll run over his foot like I did to poor Mrs. Jenkins after she asked me out on a date.”

“Who’s Mrs. Jenkins?” Hermione asked, never having heard the story before.

“Ahh, the lovely Mrs. Jenkins was little miss Sneaky’s,” Harry’s voice raised, after he realized his daughter had been listening to them talk at least for a while now. He just hoped she had come in late, “teacher. We’ll be talking about your tendency to ease-drop in the morning, young lady. Now, why are you up?”

Lily had come downstairs fully and now stood in front of them with her body contorted weirdly as she peeked up at him through her messy hair, “I needed some water, and then I needed to go to the bathroom, Daddy. I heard you say my name.” She continued to stand there as Harry stared down at her, before he kneeled in front of her, and tilted her head up so that she was looking him in the eye.

“My little Lilypad, I love you, but you are a horrible liar. I want you to know that you can ask me about anything you heard tonight, but tomorrow morning. Now, you need to get to bed. We have a busy day tomorrow.” He stood up, picked her up underneath her arms and swung her around before putting her down and giving her a hug. “Well, get to bed baby, and stay there this time. Well, use the restroom first. Love you,” he called after her as she ran back up the stairs.

“LOVE YOU, TOO DADDY!” Came her reply.

“Well, Hermione, I’ll let you leave, I know you have things to do to get ready for tomorrow. And don’t worry about the books. Take as long as you want to read them.”

Hermione and Harry said their goodbyes and he made his way back to his bedroom, where he fell on the bed feeling mentally and physically drained, so he just scooted up to his pillow and fell asleep fully clothed.