Harry Potter was sitting unhappily in front of his wife. This was the end, wasn't it? With the kids off at school, the Potter marriage was falling apart. There hadn't been much keeping them together except for three children and a godson. Nineteen years. They'd kept this up for nineteen years. Harry held his head up with both of his hands while Ginny rattled on about her half of the custody rights. She'd get them for Christmas this year. He'd get them on Boxing Day. They would divide birthdays into two halves. Half the day with the mother, the rest with the father. Harry couldn't believe this was happening to him.

At the same time, Harry knew it was inevitable. They just weren't right for each other. Not then, definitely not now. Hermione had once asked Harry why they had gotten together in the first place. "I felt that was what was expected of me and, if I had to marry someone, I would have rather married her," he had told her. She was an excellent mother and wife, but neither could satisfy the other. He'd caught her with Neville a few months ago. They had decided to try to work things out, but they both gave up quickly.

Harry didn't know why they had even tried. It wasn't like he was attracted to her. His friends knew about this aspect of his life. Hermione was much more understanding than Ron had ever or would ever be. He wasn't hurt when Harry and Ginny had announced their impending divorce.

Why was it so hard now? Harry supposed it was because Ginny had been his friend for years now. He'd saved her life. She had given him happiness. They were friends; she was the father of his beautiful children. That was all. That was why it was so hard too. A part of Harry was glad it was over. It meant no more pretending, but he knew it would be difficult for all his children, especially when they learned the real reason behind Ginny's affair.

"Gin," he said quietly. She looked up at him and closed her mouth, something which was difficult for her because of her blood. "Ginny, I just want this to be as smooth as possible. I know you want the same. I just… Don't you think we've done enough today? I'm tired. My head hurts. I'd like to get a drink, maybe talk to Dean or Seamus." Dean Thomas and Seamus Finnigan had tried denying their relationship for years after the war, but after a while, they just decided to let everyone else in on the secret everyone else already knew.

"You aren't going to ask them to find you a…" Ginny couldn't finish the sentence.

"Boyfriend? No. Not that. I just… Wanted to talk to them. Maybe they could tell me where to go from here. They've been together for ages and I know that both of them have been in a similar situation," Harry muttered. Both of them had dated Ginny at one point. He knew it was a sore spot for her now. Two of her old boyfriends were now seriously in love with each other and her husband was leaving her because he was "bent" as she had first so delicately put it.

Ginny frowned. She twirled her red hair along one of her fingers. "Harry, I really am sorry it has come to this. I love you," she admitted for the fourth time this week.

"I know. I'm sorry too. You know I love you as well, but my love is more platonic than you needed it to be. I'm sorry that I couldn't be what you needed, but I hope that you can find someone who is exactly what you need." He meant it too. He meant it more than anything.

"When should we tell the children?" she asked him. This was, of course, the biggest question. Immediately following that would be how to tell them, followed by how they would take it.

Harry shrugged. "We should do it in person. I don't want them to have to find out over the Christmas Holidays though. When we get everything finalized, we should take the day off work and go see them. I'm sure McGonagall would allow it. If needed we could always go one weekend to tell them," he suggested. Ginny nodded. Harry stood. "Look, I'm going to go out. I'll see you when I get home. I'm going to try not to be too late." She nodded again, wiping away a few of her tears. With a loud pop, Harry disapparated to The Leaky Cauldron.

The Leaky was quiet on this Tuesday night. A few people were scattered about the bar, a handful sat in a cluster at two tables. That was it. No one else. Usually Dean or Seamus could be found here. Harry had sent an owl a few nights ago asking if they could meet up sometime, but they had never set a date to sit and talk. Harry had only come here on a hunch. Neither were there. He took a seat at the bar and asked for a firewhiskey. He was glad for the burn as he poured it down his throat.

"Alone, Potter? Lost your friends, have you?" came a familiar cold voice. Harry glanced over.

"That's none of your business, Malfoy." The blond huffed and slipped off his bar stool. "What do you want?"

Malfoy smirked. Harry cracked a smile. They'd been on friendlier terms lately, but they continued to use almost exclusively their surnames. Draco took a seat closer to Harry. "You look tired," he commented.

Harry sighed and motioned for another drink. It was replaced quickly. "Well I am tired. Gin and I are divorcing," he said. He chuckled dryly, just to make it hurt less. It wasn't very effective.

"I'm sorry to hear that," Draco said sincerely. Harry shrugged. "If it makes you feel better, Astoria and I haven't seen each other in four years except to take Scorpius to King's Cross and for Christmas and his birthday." It did make Harry feel better, oddly. He liked knowing that he wasn't entirely alone in this. "Do your children know yet?"

"No, not even The Prophet is aware of it, yet," Harry said with a slow, sad shake of his head.

Draco's brows raised. "Well they will have to know sometime. The kids, not the press," he added. Harry laughed.

"I know. It's just so difficult to tell them that their parents will no longer be living together, that we're going to have them living in different houses and that nothing will be the same while they are away from school. I don't want to have to rattle their worlds, but this is exactly what we're doing to them," the brunette mumbled. Draco frowned and set a hand on Harry's shoulder. He rubbed it for just a second and then retracted his hand.

"Do you mind if I ask why this is happening?" Draco asked softly. Harry furrowed his brows. He shook his head. "Ah. I understand."

"No. Listen to me. I can't say it, but I, uh, I don't mind showing you," he said. Draco gave Harry a confused look while the Gryffindor wiped out his wand and did a quick charm which spelled out his "affliction."

On the bar counter, in red scratches, Harry had written, "I'm gay." Draco wasn't shocked or upset about it. He had always had his suspicions. "That would make sense," Malfoy murmured.

"Yeah. Ginny has had an affair recently and I told her that I haven't ever really fancied her. We decided to get a divorce a few weeks later," Harry explained very quietly. He didn't want anyone else to overhear and he didn't like admitting it anyway.

Draco ordered himself another drink at that point. "Famous Potter fancies it up the arse. Who would have thought," he muttered. He smiled to himself. Of course he had known.

The look on Draco's face didn't pass Harry. "What? You knew?" he accused.

"You were obsessed with me, Potter. You don't spend six years following around a bloke and ignoring other girls if you are straight, you know," Draco pointed out. Harry blushed heavily.

"You were obsessed with me too, you know!" Harry exclaimed a little louder than he had wanted to.

Draco's face flashed with anger at Harry's words. "You have no idea how incorrect you really are, Potter! I spent those years sinking deeper and deeper into the worst world I have ever seen. I watched so many die. I helped so many die because my father, my father asked me to. Do you know what I witnessed? Do you know what Voldemort made me do? You have no idea what it was like for me! I didn't have time to be obsessed with you. I was too busy thinking I was going to die if I didn't do something right. I may have fancied you secretly, but I couldn't dwell on it like you could," he snarled into Harry's face. He hadn't meant to admit to having liked Harry when they were school-aged, but that didn't matter. He stood up to leave, but Harry, dumbstruck, grabbed Draco's wrist and pulled him back.

"You fancied me, Draco?" Harry asked quietly. Draco nodded his head. "I fancied you too, but I suppose you already figured that out. I'm sorry if what I said offended you. I didn't mean it like that. I just… I'm sorry. It was stupid."

Draco glared down at Harry. He let out a sigh and grabbed his drink. After chugging it in one go, he sat back down. "So now the question remains: What do you want to do about this?"

"What do you mean?"

Draco had to roll his eyes. "Don't be so thick, Potter. We've just admitted we have found the other attractive. We can do nothing about it. We can forge a friendship, which would benefit our sons, seeing as Scorpius says he and your youngest boy are friends. Or we can go back to my place, get drunk, and fuck. It's up to you."

Harry's eyes widened at this statement. He spent some time stammering, trying to make a sentence but couldn't make his mouth move in the correct ways. Draco closed his eyes for a second. "Fine then. I'll see you around, Potter. I hope your divorce goes smoothly," he stated before slapping down some money for his drinks. He shrugged on his jacket and then disapparated.

Harry sighed and decided now was probably a good time to leave too. It was unfortunate that Draco had not given Harry time to gather his thoughts because Harry had found the idea rather arousing. He would have really enjoyed shagging Draco or getting shagged by him. He sighed, paid for his drinks and left for home as well.

When he got there, he was surprised to find Ginny gone. She hadn't mentioned leaving. He shrugged it off. It didn't matter anymore. Their marriage was almost totally dissolved anyway. Harry grabbed the best bottle of Ogden's Old and took it up with him to his new bedroom. He had taken up residence in the guest room, while Ginny had continued to sleep in the room they used to share.

Harry fell asleep after about an hour of drinking. His dreams that night were plagued by grey eyes and a mouth on his hard cock. When he woke in the morning, after cleaning off the cum coating his underwear, he penned a quick letter to one Draco Malfoy and sent it with his owl. Maybe this divorce wouldn't be too bad after all.