On Whom Doth The Moon Shine

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Summary: Harry Potter has the perfect life. He has a beautiful wife, three wonderful children, and a high paying job. Yet, Harry is living a double life. He is having an affair and can’t seem to stop it. He doesn’t want to be a bad husband and father, but doesn’t want to give up his lover. So Harry must choose between being a faithful husband or faithful lover. When he does decides, is it for the better or for worse?

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On Whom the Moon Doth Shine

By Vainty


Prologue: On Whom the Moon Doth Shine

I hate doing this to him every day for the last two years. He does not deserve this kind of treatment, but I have no choice. I am married to Ginny for seven years and I have three wonderful children. I should have been a devout husband who will never do this to his wife and children. I should have been with my family and enjoyed a quiet New Years Eve with them, instead of driving to his apartment. I am jeopardizing my family and comfortable life for yet another night of pleasure with him. I should have ended it two years ago. I should have told him that I was happily married to my wife. Yet, I didn’t.

I couldn’t.

And I wouldn’t.

I couldn’t bring myself to say “no” to him. I could not resist his crystal blue eyes any longer. I wanted him and he wanted me. We knew we could not have this type of relationship. But we founded a way to continue our secret life together without anyone finding out. I guess I was selfish of thinking I could have both. I thought I could have both during the first year of our affair; but after telling so many lies to Ginny, I founded the task painful and unbearable. I realized I needed to make a choice. Leave him alone and spend time with Ginny and our three beautiful children on New Year’s Eve or spend time with him.

I choose… to spend New Year’s Eve with him, rather than my own family. I choose it because…I simply loved him and couldn’t stand being away from him for one damn minute. He affected my heart and soul and I can’t get rid of him. I refused to let him go.

I drove on the dark motorway, hoping I didn’t pass his apartment. I hate driving down lightless motorways. It reminded me of the last day of the War. It was the last time I stared into his eyes before we broke up the first time. Our paths did not cross again until two years ago. I thought I would never see him again and my marriage to Ginny would stand strong. I was so wrong.

If my marriage was strong then I would not have found his apartment and parked my car in the parking lot, or walked upstairs and knocked on his apartment door. I would still be in the house I shared with Ginny and the kids and celebrated New Years together.

I waited until I heard his voice and my heart begin to beat quickly. I shouldn’t feel nervous since we have been doing it for some time. However, being with him brings excitement and pleasure which I do not receive from home and I’m nervous to have people and my wife found out about us. I hate to continue the affair. I hate it some much.

He smiled radiantly as he opened the door. My heart melted when I stare into those crystal blue eyes. Those eyes hold warmth and friendliness. Those eyes should not hold so much power over me. I don’t deserve his love and I’m denying him the freedom to love other men. And I wish I didn’t do it to him.

I looked at the floor until he titled my chin to his eye level.

“I missed you, Harry. I was hoping you would come, but I had my doubts. I knew you couldn’t share New Year’s Eve with me since you have a family…” he paused and noticed I wasn’t looking at him.

“What’s wrong, Harry? If you have plans with your wife and…”

I kissed him. I kissed him and I refused to release him. We moved into the apartment and I pushed him against the wall. For a brief minute he stopped the kiss.

“You can come back tomorrow if you want.” He said softly.

My mind told me to leave him alone and return home to my wife. I could leave him and never call him again. However, my body did not listen to my mind. My heart did not want to leave him. My heart wanted me to stay here with him, because deep inside I owe him that much and I really loved him. The love for him had never actually gone away. I am so damn selfish.

I smiled. I caressed his soft cheek as my thumb moved across his lips gently

“I want to be here with you. I have plenty of time to see my wife. Tonight and tomorrow morning you are mine.” I whispered before my lips met his.

He pulled me closer as our mouths attacked one another. My hands were travelling over his body, feeling his skin and every part that needed to be touched. He unbuckled my belt and unzipped my pants. He was about to go down on me until I stopped him. He looked strangely at me.

“Let me.” I said and before I knew it I was on my knees. I pulled down his pants, and pleasured him. I heard him moan my name many times as I nibbled on his cock. It tasted so good, the creamy precum, the hot flesh of his head. I put the head of his cock in my mouth: sucking and biting it. He pulled on my hair and moved his hips, making my mouth go deeper onto his cock.

I knew he was about to climax, so I put the whole cock in my mouth. I almost gagged as he pumps into my mouth roughly and quickly.

Several strokes later, he climaxed. I swallowed his load and kissed from his cock to his lips. I licked the lips apart and slide my tongue in his mouth. He groaned between the kisses until he released my lips and pressed his forehead against mine. He wrapped his arms around my neck and breathed deeply against me.

“Let’s move to the bedroom.” He suggested.

I took his hand and lead him to the bedroom. For the next blissful hours we made love. We tasted, caressed, and touched each other as if the world would end. I enjoyed his touches and his lips on my body. He brings me to heaven every time we have sex. And whenever I’m in his arms, I don’t think about my wife or anything. I just think of him.

And I know I needed to stop thinking of him. I need to give him up and become a faithful husband to my wife.

When the clock stroked twelve, I knew it was another year. Another lie I told my wife. Another year of having a secret affair. And another year of trying to have a “normal” life as Harry fucking Potter: the devoted family man and liar. I loathed myself as he laid his head on my chest.

“Happy New Year, Harry,” he whispered sleepily.

I turned my head to the side, hiding my tears from him.

“Happy New Years,” I said softly.