On Whom Doth The Moon Shine

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Chapter Two

At ten minutes after twelve, I arrived at my house. I looked at myself in the rearview mirror and made sure I didn’t look like a man who got laid. I wanted to appear as if I worked a long arse weekend away from home. I even had Ron to back up my story in case Ginny believe I “lied” about my whereabouts. Although Ron knows about the affair, he does not condone me for my actions. I never told Hermione because she would mouth about how I was hurting Ginny, the children, and my future. I already felt guilty for cheating on Ginny and I don’t need any more guilt.

I was about to leave when I noticed a hickie on my neck.

“Fuck!” I yelled. Great, how the fuck was I going to explain the hickie? Thank you, Gabriel for leaving it on my neck!

I covered it the best way I could and got out of the car. I walked to the house and opened the door. I was greeted by my kids. James and Albus came running toward me. They hugged me around the knees which felt wonderful but bittersweet. Wonderful since I felt love from my own children and bittersweet because I lied to them so many times, especially about my weekends away from them. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the little happiness from my children.

A few seconds later Ginny came downstairs while holding Lily. I saw Lily stretching out her arms and I quickly took her into mine.

“Daddy!” She cried happily.

“Hi princess,” I said, holding her tightly.

Then I looked at my wife and sighed. Ginny had a frown on her pale face which means she was upset. She was already dressed for brunch. Her hair was down, which is unusual for her. Since she became a “housewife” she wore her hair in up-dos but I was glad she changed her hairstyle for today at least. She had on a navy, conservative dress and pearls which was also unusual. But then again, I hardly noticed her appearances after she retired from the Holyhead Harpies.

Ginny took Lily out of my arms and held her again. Ginny still had a stern look on her face. If the kids were not around, Ginny would give me a piece of her mind. Thankfully the children were around so I don’t have to hear her mouth.

Then, out of the blue, a smile appeared on her face which put me at ease. Maybe it was a good chance we will have a good time at brunch.

“Welcome home, Harry.” She said as our lips met.

This was how it suppose to be: an adoring wife and three beautiful children. I should be happy to have something so special since I never had a mother and father. I’m supposed to be happy with the normalcy but I was not. I’m sleeping with Gabriel and I know it was wrong. Why the fuck was I still doing it since it was so wrong?

“Come on James and Albus, get your coats. We are already late,” she said sternly at our boys. I looked at the mirror and made sure the hickie was covered. I hope Ginny does not see it.

After the kids put on their coats, we used floo powder to arrive at the Weasley’s house. We stood inside the fireplace before greeted by the Weasley kin. James and Albus ran to Mr. Weasley and gave him a hug. He picked both boys up from the floor and talked to them. Mrs. Weasley, on the other hand, hugged her daughter and me.

“It’s so good to see you, Harry. I hope they are not working you too badly at the Auror department,” she said, releasing me from her grip.

I smiled nervously.

“No, Mrs. Weasley, they are not working me too badly. I wish they would let me have some time off so I can spend time with my family,” I said half- truthfully.

“Maybe I can talk to Mr. Hornsburg tomorrow morning and get him to let you have at least two weeks off,” Mr. Weasley suggested while putting Albus and James down on the floor.

Shit. I thought as I smiled weakly. I couldn’t tell him that I spend most of my time off with Gabriel! If Mr. Weasley talked to Mr. Hornsburg then my infidelity will come out. I would lose my job, my family, and everything I worked so hard to keep. I can’t risk it!

“It’s alright, Mr. Weasley. I…have a meeting with him tomorrow morning anyway. I can talk to him about it then,” I lied.

“Are you sure, Harry? I know you been working hard for the past two years and it seems…” before Mr. Weasley could finish his sentence Ron and George came in the room. George had Fred, his son, on his shoulders while Ron touched his father on the shoulder. For once, I’m glad Mr. Weasley did not finish his sentence.

Mr. Weasley turned to his sons. He hugged both of them and took Fred off George’s shoulders. After a minute of speaking to his sons, he took the rest of the grandchildren, including Lily who jumped off Ginny’s lap and ran to Mr. Weasley, outside while the adults remained inside. As Mr. Weasley and the children left, Mrs. Weasley noticed Hermione and her children were not with Ron.

“Where are Hermione and the kids, Ronald? I thought she had the day off,” she vexed.

“She and the kids are over her parents’ house,” Ron said sadly.

Mrs. Weasley became suspicious. She putted her hands on her hips and fretted,

“This is the tenth time I haven’t seen Hermione or my grandchildren. It seems like she doesn’t like us! I know she wants her family to see her children, but…”

“I know, Mum. I will have a talk with her,” he interrupted and kissed her on the cheek. With a smile, Mrs. Weasley pushed him away softly.

I sat beside Ginny and put my arm around her shoulder. She smiled which melted my heart. For one moment I forgot about my affair when I looked at her.

“So are you really going to talk to Mr. Hornsburg tomorrow? I don’t want to keep telling them that their father is at work, again,” she said the last sentence angrily.

“I’m sorry, baby. I will talk to him tomorrow,” I assured her.

She puts her head on my shoulder.

“Oh Harry, sometimes I feel like I’m losing you. It seems like you don’t love me or want to spend time with me…and the children. It pisses me off when you don’t come home at night. I worried that something happen to you. I don’t want to wake up every morning and you are not there. I miss you, Harry,” she whispered. She placed her head on the crock of my neck and kissed it.

I rubbed my hand on her shoulder and sighed.

“I know Ginny and I miss you too. I have been busy at work lately and I do need a…break.” I titled her head to my eye level. “I will talk to him tomorrow and I promise I will spend more time with you, my love.” I said softly and kissed her.

She gave me that beautiful smile I fell in love with years ago. She rubbed her hand on my thigh which trailed to my dick. I shifted away from her.

Ginny frowned

“What’s wrong, Harry? I thought we could go to my old room and…”

“Now now, Ginny, we just got to your parents’ house. I don’t want to have sex.” I said trying to hide the hickie on my neck.

Ginny went from hurt to angry in one second. She pushed me away and stood up. I grabbed her wrist and tried to pull her back to the couch, but she pulled away from my grip. I followed her to the bathroom. I shut the door behind us. She sat on the toilette while I stood near the door. She folded her arms.

“It also seem like we never fuck anymore,” she hissed.

I sighed. I knew this would come up one of those days. I know Ginny wanted the intimacy in our lives. The last time we fucked was three months ago and it was a three minute quickie at a restaurant. I owed it to her since I was busy at work and with Gabriel. Since then I felt guilty about sleeping with Gabriel and not sleeping with my wife.

“Ginny, I will make it up to you,” I lied, hoping it would shut her up.

She sharply looked at me.

“Make it up! You sure are making too many promises, Potter! You don’t know how many times I have to go to bed without your touch. I miss the days we would have sex anywhere! I miss the days when we were intimate. I want you, Harry and I miss you so much.” She said softly as she came near me.

In desperation but confident, she unbuttoned my belt and pants.

I hissed, knowing she wanted me but I didn’t want her. I should be happy she was giving me pleasure, but I wasn’t. Even when her lips were on my dick, I felt nothing. I pressed my hand on the doorknob, breathed roughly, and closed my eyes. I felt her tongue licking my dick before she took me completely in her mouth. I tried not to move my hips until I thought about Gabriel and I released a moan.

As Ginny moaned between her blows, all I could think about was Gabriel sucking my dick. My knees buckled as my release was near. I pulled on her red, flowing hair and moved my hips toward her mouth so she can suck me harder. I heard her gagged but I didn’t care. She wanted to fuck me and this was what she gets.

I finally released my load in her mouth. I groaned when she released me and spilt out the cum.

Then Ginny came to my face and kissed me deeply while she tried to unbutton my shirt. I pushed her away and pulled up my pants. She folded her arms and stared at me.

I didn’t say anything to her when I left the bathroom. I couldn’t say anything since I thought about Gabriel during the blow job. Maybe if I ended the affair, I would put more focus on my wife instead of him. I had to call Gabriel tomorrow and end it. I wanted my life back which included Ginny, the children, my job, and peace of mind. If it means I can’t see him anymore than I will have to face it. Before I could go to the other bathroom and wash myself off, I met Ron.

Ron was sad but it faded when he saw my ruffed clothes and messy hair. His eyebrow rose as he folded his arms.

“I see you were busy,” he said.

“I was just…” I didn’t finish when he said sadly,

“Forget it, Harry. I want to wish you a happy New Year. I hope your family life is better than mine.”

I moved closer to him.

“Did Hermione kick you out of the house again?” I asked.

“Yes and…” he cried as I hugged him.

Hermione and Ron were separated for a year until she allowed him to move back in the house. Ron was content about the arrangement since he got to see his children and a chance to make his marriage work. Unlike Ginny and I marriage, Hermione and Ron’s marriage went downhill after the birth of Rose. Ron never told me why their marriage was not working and I don’t want to know. Now a month later, they still had problems. I hope Ron and Hermione can work out their marital problems.

“I thought it was going so well and then she told me she doesn’t want to see me again. She packed my clothes and told me to leave. She even won’t let me see my children and you know that’s wrong!” he cried.

“Ron, maybe she had a rough day at work. You know she is working at the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. Her job is very stressful and the caseloads haven’t decreased since Hugo’s birth. Hell she doesn’t have time to relax anymore,” I said, hoping it would make him feel better.

Ron moved away from me and glared.

“Bullshit! Hermione is not stressed! She is too busy snogging Blaise Zabini! Out of the fucking blue, Zabini ‘decided’ to turn over a new leaf. He wanted to make a ‘difference’ by working at the same department as my wife. I should have expected them the moment he came over to our house for dinner. I swear the loving looks my wife gave to him during dinner made me sick,” he said angrily.

“Ron, you don’t know that. Hermione is…”

“Hermione is what, Harry!? A whore, slut, tramp because she wanted to spend time with him. If I wasn’t so in love with her, I would end the marriage!” He yelled angrily. Ron walked to the nearest window. He sighed as he looked out of it.

I came behind him and looked over his shoulder. He shrugged.

“Do you think that is the reason she kicked me out of the house? She kicked me out of the house because she wants to be with Blaise Zabini?” he asked calmly.

I don’t know. Hermione always had high morals. I don’t want to believe she would cheat on Ron. She intolerants infidelity and I know she wasn’t a hypocrite. I wanted to believe Ron was imagining things. Then again, anything could happen in less than ten years.

I almost answered him until Ginny interrupted me.

“Hermione would never cheat on you, Ron. The reason she kicked you out of her house because you are irresponsible and jealous. She couldn’t take your shit anymore. She wanted a peace of mind and if it means to get rid of you than…that’s it,” she explained.

Ron turned around and faced her. I tried to calm him down but he refused to listen.

“Ginny, mind you own damn business for a change. You are getting on my last nerve,” he suddenly smirked, “At least Hermione has a job unlike you who spends all of Harry’s hard earn money on…”

“I’m not taking this. We are leaving. Harry, get the children, we are going home,” she said forcefully. She walked toward the living room while I stood with Ron.

“But Ginny…” I said softly.

She raised her hand and kept walking.

I knew it was better not to argue with her when she made up her mind. I looked at Ron. He was still red and regretted what he told his sister.

“Harry…look…I’m…”

“It’s alright. I see at work on Wednesday,” I said while going outside and gather the children.

James, Lily, and Albus fussed about not wanting to leave and I was annoyed after the third whining fest. Mrs. Weasley suggested the children should stay with them but Ginny, mostly shouted, told her parents that Albus and James have school tomorrow and Lily started daycare tomorrow as well. We said our goodbyes and left the house. Ginny and I didn’t speak to one another when we made it home.

The children took their naps after we arrived. After we put the kids in their beds, Ginny entered our bedroom and shut the door in my face. I touched the door and decided to go downstairs and read the paper. After what Ron said to Ginny and my behavioral, she would not leave the room for a while.

I loosen my tie, grabbed the paper and sat in the dining room. It felt strange to read the muggle’s newspaper since I read wizard’s newspaper during my teen years. I stopped reading the Daily Prophet three years ago. I was about to read the sport’s selection when my cellphone rang.

It was Gabriel.

I sighed. I don’t want to reject his phone call but I don’t want Ginny to hear me either. Also I don’t want to end our relationship…as of yet. I still loved him and I selfishly don’t want to let him go. I know I had to end the affair one day but not today.

“Hello,” I greeted.

“I thought you were over the wife’s parents’ house.” he said playfully.

“We had to leave early,” I said avoiding to tell him the reason behind it.

“That’s a shame. I thought the Ginny would be on her best behavioral,” he teased.

“She was…she just got angry with…can we drop the subject about my wife,” I said defensively.

“Sure, I don’t want to think about her at the moment.” He said as a matter-of-factly.

“Okay. Anyway, why did you call? You usually wait until nightfall,” I asked.

Gabriel paused before he replied,

“I…missed you.”

I paused. I missed him too. Was it wrong to miss the person you had an affair with for over two years? I loved him when I was a teen and I still loved him till this day. Yet, I can’t love him because I am married with children. I was breaking his heart every day since I refused him my full attention. It was better to let him go before I break his heart again.

“I know, Gabriel,” I whispered.

Gabriel took a deep breath.

“Harry…I was wondering if…”

“Harry?” Ginny asked as she stood near the doorway.

“Can I call you back?” I asked Gabriel.

“Sure. I love you, Harry,” he said lovingly.

“Bye,” I closed my cell phone. I looked at Ginny, hoping she didn’t listen to my conversation with Gabriel.

Ginny didn’t as she sat across from me and held my hand. I quite didn’t understand her at times. One minute she was ready to cut my balls off and the next minute she was nice. Sometimes I believed her PMS was getting worse each month. Yet, I forgive, no matter how much hell she raised.

Ginny looked into my eyes.

“Harry, I have something to tell you,” she confessed.

Instantly, my thoughts returned to Gabriel. My worst fears were answered. Ginny knows about my affair and wanted to leave me. I wanted to tell her myself. I hoped Gabriel or Ron didn’t tell her.

I smiled nervously.

“What is it, love?” I asked slowly.

Ginny started to shake as she sighed. I rubbed her hands hoping it would calm her down.

Then she exhaled, relaxed, and smiled weakly.

“Harry…I’m…pregnant.”