DEC 04, Harry Potter, The Minister's Affair (4/6)
DEC 04, Harry Potter, The Minister's Affair (4/6) Title: The Minister's Affair Prompt: Firelight Author:roma_fics Fandom: Harry Potter Characters: Harry/Astoria Rating: NC-17 Word total: around 400 Warning(s): Het Infidelity, character death (doesn't sound very cheery *g*) Note: These warnings are for the whole series, not for each chapter. Summary: Members of two families keep one secret to the very end. This will be a six part drabble story. Beta: The incredible eeyore9990
The Minister's Affair Part 4
Harry lay on the couch, his body surrounding Ginny's. They watched the fire burn and listened to the rain pound on the windows. The kids were in bed and gifts from Father Christmas were piled under the tree.
"Do you love her?" Ginny whispered.
"What?" Harry asked. His insides froze. Ginny knew.
"Astoria. Are you in love with her?"
A small sniffle emerged as his hand stroked her lightening ginger hair.
He wasn't in love with Astoria; that was true. What he felt for her when they'd met over the past year was lust and understanding. Not that Ginny didn't understand him; that was too cliché. She did. She knew his goals, his passions, his love for family and community, but she would never accept his more base needs. Which was ironic, as Ginny was the strong one, the defiant one, and Astoria was almost fragile. But it was Astoria who indulged his dirty mind and filthy fantasies. That part would never touch his family.
He wasn't sure how he'd survived so long without both sides being fulfilled. He was sure that if he'd waited and dated more before marrying, he would have found one witch to satisfy both. But that was water under the bridge. In the end, if asked to choose, there would be no question.
"I love you, Gin."
"Do you love him?" Draco asked as he stared at his beautiful wife lying next to him in his bed. The licks of the fire highlighted her hair. It had been two months since he'd asked her to stay in his room. It was his mother he had gone to and broken down while telling her what he'd discovered. Harry Potter was fucking his wife.
Showing his vulnerability was difficult. His mother told him to ask the question. There was too much at stake, she told him. Two families and a community that would be torn apart if he petitioned for a divorce and secrets spilled. They wouldn't blame Harry. They would blame Astoria, and they would blame Draco. But there was more. He loved his wife and didn't want to lose her. Fucking Potter.
Draco gave a small huff, a sound that gave away that he didn't believe her.
Astoria turned and kissed him gently.
"No, Draco. I love you. You can beat me, divorce me, or hex me, but I will still love you."
He wanted to ask why then. But he wasn't sure he could handle the answer.