Trouble (Harry Potter)

Harry Potter: All isn't well after the war. Harry/Hermione Dean/Ginny Harry/Ginny

Prolouge
Ginny Thomson sighed as she looked at the clock in the kitchen wall. It was Five O'Clock. One Hour, and her husband will arrive.

She rubbed the plate she was holding, and she heard screams coming from upstairs in the small house they lived in.

Ginny put the plates down into the sink, and put her gloves off. She walked upstairs, and opened the door. She saw her toddler, Daniel Arthur Thomas, crying.

Dean wouldn't like this. Ginny picked up Daniel, and managed to make him calm. Ginny looked at the small clock in the wall. It was Five Thirty.

Ginny put Daniel in the cot, and rushed downstairs. She needed to make dinner, and gave Dean his daily beer.

Ginny knew what Dean was up to when he was out of the house. He cheated on her with the daily sluts, and would often party with people, mostly Ron.

Ever since the war, Ron was jealous of Harry, so their friendship blasted apart. Ginny remembered the days when she and Hermione would confront Harry.

However, Hermione had growen jealous and snobbish. She had also lost her beauty shine, and often or not would lash out on people who were near Harry.

Ginny knew what Harry was fealing, but she couldn't go to him. She was scared.

Then, the door opened, and Ginny gasped. Dean was home.

One: Harry's Life
Harry Potter sighed as he picked at his tie. He was listening to Hermione rant and rant about the party they were going to. The party was in Malfoy Manor.

"You know, we could pair up Lily with Scorpius, that could combine our money, wouldn't it", she said, as she checked out what shoes she would be wearing.

"Yes Dear", Harry mumbled. This was the wrong thing to do. Hermione looked up sharply.

"Harry, are you thinking about that slut Luna again", she snapped. Harry thought she had the cheek to call anyone a slut.

Unfortunately, he said this outloud.

"Oh really. Well, why don't you fuck with her and me at the same time", she yelled. "That's it Hermione, i want a divorce", Harry yelled.

"Fine. But i'm getting the fortune", she screamed. She slapped Harry on the face. "And the children", she shouted.

Harry paled. "No", he whispered. He couldn't lose James David Potter, Albus Siruis Serveus Potter, Lily Luna Potter or Penelope Jean Potter.

"Well, don't divorce me", she said. "Okay", Harry said. Hermione then looked at the mirror. "Right, we should be going".