Ivy symbolises fidelity

The vine is a symbol of honesty.

(There is mention of infidelity

but it's alright it's about sad sapphic and we're all support women's right and women's wrong, aren't we?)

How's one to know?

I'd meet you where the spirit meets the bones

In a faith forgotten land

The warm breath that, when released, would steam in November, making Ginny's face pale and freckled. Potter, aged thirty-seven, warped. Irritability hit the middle-aged woman violently.

A marital crisis as dull as the taste of saliva in her mouth after that sip of that awful wine that Harry had left to stir her brain again.

She put down the wine glass and picked up the note on the kitchen counter and read it.

Let's eat first.

She let out a sigh. Rolling her eyes, she watched the incident play on repeat as if it were the Potter couple's favorite sad song.

She walked over and opened the modern Muggle refrigerator. to search for leftover food left behind There was only withered salad that she could chew to survive.

Before the magic communication book she left open came up with a message.

It was no different than a Muggle group chat or phone. One page will be for the contacts we set.

And the famous page of the new intern who had just been working with her for two months was now showing letters.

Ginny let out a sigh. She would often invite her to talk late into the night like this and leave her surprised by the strange words she scribbled.

Harry himself has a book like this. And his name had never been communicated to Ginny. Only this twenty-five year old was so diligent in writing to her.

Hey, just got home. I really want to eat at the Seven-Headed Dragon restaurant.

Ginny smiled. She picked up a pencil and wrote back.

Come to my house, there's no food today either. If you come to buy something, I will make it something to eat.

Red's eyebrows raised in surprise at herself because she usually didn't want to invite many people to her house. And the younger woman replied as soon as Ginny finished writing.

Strangely kind, but I don't want to eat your cooking :( Let's go to the Seven-Headed Dragon Restaurant.

Alright, see you at 8 p.m.

Ginny went quiet. She pursed her lips tightly and walked to the bathroom to check her face. Hands rough from playing Quidditch for many years, he looked at his pale face. Before she was so nervous that her face turned red. Seeing the condition of his face and hair that seemed too messy to go to a luxurious restaurant like the Seven Headed Dragon Restaurant,

and also went with her Ginny also wanted to make it look good.

The woman walked back to the kitchen. Searching for lipstick in your expensive leather bag. Ready to pick it up and apply it for a moment. Slender hands combed his own hair to make it look good. before rushing to the Seven-Headed Dragon Shop so quickly that she wasn't sure what had made him want to meet her so much.

Ginny lacked fun, she knew it. Her three children had all forgotten their parents' teenage years, and her husband, Harry, was too busy with his job as Head Auror. And she is about to be promoted to head of the sports news department of the Daily Prophet. Everything right now is perfect.

she succeeds Have a successful husband have cute children

But Ginny lay awake thinking every night her husband lay beside her. The physical contact we had with each other was cold and piercing. Different from before Even the sex we had she is a woman Women's orgasms are difficult and frustrating. It was very different from the imagination that men had in mind. It had to be gentle, attentive, and Harry lacked that.

He never made her smile after sex. Until four or five months ago we had not come close to that activity.

And Ginny felt strange and constantly questioned herself: Is our marriage nearing a certain point?

The point where we are still together is because of the big house that was bought in our names. and children who are not yet out of childhood

All this year she felt adrift. Not being yourself Feeling like you were a flower stuffed into an ice mold He left her in the cold freezer. Until the flowers are still fresh but lonely

You are no longer a bright, pleasant flower. She turned to ice when his hand touched her. It bites the fingertips and sucks them together. When he pulled it out, it caused him pain.

"You're early, too." The apprentice's mischievous and friendly smile made Ginny nod in response. She cleared her throat and looked around the fancy restaurant that she said was delicious. She herself has been here.

She had been here four or five times with Harry.

Ginny replied to her, "I'm hungry." We were almost at the end of our table. The witches and wizards seemed depleted as the time approached 9:00 p.m. She walked ahead. Ready to sit down in the chair across from Ginny.

Wine was magically poured for the two of us. and the candlestick that suddenly caught fire was lit

Her heart trembled. When meeting her eyes

Ginny's words, her smile, and the crow's feet at the corners of her eyes were bright, sparkling, and seemed to melt Ginny's face.

She had never been in this situation before. Inviting a woman to eat at a place where there were only Ginny and Harry.

This restaurant is filled with memories of her and her husband. And all around were rich wizards and witches who were talking seriously. Ginny was surprised at herself at her decision.

"Would you like to order food?" She gave a light smile to the red-haired woman. The sly look in his eyes made it hard for Ginny to swallow. A pale hand slowly raised a wine glass and drank as he looked at the younger person writing down the name of the menu.

The fermented grape flavor only assaulted Ginny's taste buds and made her find fault with her. "Don't like wine?" She asked, tilting her head. While writing down the food list Ginny cleared her throat. Tell her the menu of food you want to eat. The person in front of him nodded in response before scribbling down the name of the menu in handwriting that was hard to read.

Ginny pursed her lips tightly. Look at her, whose skin is a little darker than her own. Younger woman in a floral dress It's different from the office uniform. And she wears it like this, it looks cuter—

She took a deep breath. Thinking about the wine that she opened up about, it was rather nonsensical. “My husband likes to drink wine. But I like beer better.” She let out a surprised sound. With those excited eyes Ginny had to suppress a smile at the simple conversation. But she hadn't felt like this in a long time.

It's simple, and it sparks something in her body.

“I also like beer. The craft beer at the Leaky Cauldron shop tastes terrible. I like muggle things better,” she replied with her chin. And the redhead had to stop and try to compose himself with such a charming attitude. She used her left hand to pick up the wine glass. And the sparkling diamond from the ring on her ring finger didn't make the younger man hesitate in the slightest.

That wine tastes good. Ginny knew it tasted good because her husband had told her that if it tasted like this, That wine will be expensive wine. which to her is not delicious at all Just Harry's precise words that made Ginny nod her head and fall into a trance that this alcoholic flavor should be a drink that the two of us would like.

Sip and drink on hard days. and talk about work

"You don't seem to like wine," she knew, and Ginny was annoyed at the meeting. Along with talking for a few minutes. The child in front of him knew more about everything in Ginny's life than her husband of nearly twenty years.

"um"

"Next time I'll take you out for a beer." That smile along with the food that was being served made Ginny's heart flutter. Potter swallowed, trying to restrain himself.

She's like fire. And Ginny was a flower that had been frozen by the coldness of marriage, preventing it from blooming.

We sat and ate for a while. She invited Ginny to talk about work. Political matters About the Quidditch team that Ginny used to play on. Including the matter of her children. Ginny thought she had accidentally laughed at that joke too.

It's come too far We became close quickly.

including using communication books that are written and talked about even when off work Or when she had to train her on her job at the Daily Prophet?

Ginny didn't realize that she was infiltrating her life little by little. She was conscious again.

She turned to look where there was only sadness and loneliness. This girl will appear. and caused the distressed wife to burst out laughing again.

We stood in front of the fireplace. The man younger than her turned around and smiled friendlyly. “Today, thank you very much. who came to eat food with me I didn't think you'd even come.” She had a smile that destroyed everything. Both seductive eyes And her collarbones were exposed from the loose dress. Ginny nodded in response.

She picked up her wristwatch and looked at it. Time passed quickly. But being with her felt like an eternity. It was like how Ginny had become the master of time, stealing and losing it.

"I'll go first," she hugged to say goodbye to Ginny. Place your cheek against an older person. The eyes narrowed because he smiled again. causing Ginny to remain silent, acting uncomfortable with that physical contact.

Her soft hand held one of her own.

left hand

Slender fingers that squeezed It pressed on her ring to remind us of our status.

Her eyes knew exactly what she was about to say.

"I'll see you at work tomorrow, Ginevra." She released Ginny's hand. Step into the fireplace and call out the name of your home. Ginny just took a deep breath. Shaking my head back and forth, I dispelled this strange feeling. Her touch was like fire that burned the red-haired woman's pale skin. Eyes the color of tree bark looked at his own hand.

That touch never fades. It was as if there was still a spark of brightness that she had ignited.

Make Ginevra Weasley—no. Potter melted down. It slowly disappeared little by little. The ice that keeps the red rose from shining

In from the snow

Your touch brought forth an incandescent glow

Tarnished but so grand

Oh, goddamn

My pain fits in the palm of your freezing hand

Taking mine, but it's been promised to another

Oh, I can't

Stop you putting roots in my dreamland

My house of stone, your ivy grows

And now I'm covered in you

"Go first." He pressed a kiss to her cheek. Ginny just gave her husband a warm smile. Slender arms embraced him, saying goodbye once again.

Her husband had to go to MACUSA on a study tour in New York. It would be another two weeks before he returned.

He picked up various briefcases. and prepared to meet with his subordinates at the Auror Office at the Ministry. She gave him her usual soft smile. We are distant from each other in a close way.

Feel the warmth of a husband and wife who support each other in their careers. It seemed so frustratingly perfect. But there was a distance that we all knew was gnawing at the Potter family's soul mates.

Her brain was buzzing. When thinking about her workplace It would probably be her sipping coffee every day and doing paperwork for Ginny. Sometimes we go to the area to interview Quidditch players and tell stories. But that's it.

This intern is close to being hired as an actual employee.

And it had to be signed off by her.

Ginny gulped. Thinking back to the matter a few days ago when she waited late into the night for Harry to come home. So she decided to talk to her again in the communication book.

Do you want to drink beer? The Muggle shop she had talked about.

And that invitation is like dominoes— Ginevra's tolerance and morality are like dominoes, and her smile and warm touch are like fingertips that push down a domino. Until they keep falling together until everything is destroyed.

We drink craft beer. Talk with each other in a special conversation. Ginny was just guessing what her favorite subject was at Hogwarts when she was in school. and told her what heroic deeds her children had How did you meet Harry? She thought for a long time until the intern in front of her burst out laughing. The red-haired woman did not forget to tell about the date of their wedding and decided to change to his surname.

The lack of brightness on her face when she spoke of the withered love of a middle-aged woman caused her to hold onto her hand. His thumb circled the back of Ginny's hand. It made her stomach flutter and her heart flutter like a baby just getting her first kiss.

The younger woman looked at you, someone's wife, with a worried expression. And Ginny had a hard time getting her dysfunctional marriage out of her head.

"Ginny," she said in a hoarse voice. The person who was called just raised an eyebrow. Yes, it was hard to get Harry out of her head. But when I laid eyes on her That tiny, warm spark would spread all over Ginny's body. There was only her in that moment. Ginny would focus on her in that moment.

Muggle songs being played Her throat was swallowing saliva. If your lips touch— Ginevra blinked, pushing the crazy thoughts out of her head. She gritted her teeth and suppressed her feelings.

"You look really beautiful today," she said for the third time. Her sly smile appeared for Ginny to see again. And she lost her balance to walk in the line Harry had drawn.

Her hand framed Ginny's pretty face. Craft beer-stained lips touched the same organ. The hot fire-like breath that came out of the dragon's mouth made Ginny unable to control herself any longer.

It's gone too far.

And she loves it

That ice was melted.

And the kiss she gave me was so wrong.

She broke the kiss. The clear water connecting our lips The touch of his fingertips left Ginny's cheek. Her eyes shone brighter than ever before.

The embarrassed look on her face made Ginevra unable to stop thinking.

She had never kissed a woman before. And that kind of smile—

It made her feel like crying. Because from the age of thirty-seven She had never felt so excited and thought it was right before.

Feelings and happiness wafting up your nose. The sweet taste of the sin she fed Ginevra.

Oh, Merlin's beard.

"I'm sorry—I must have been really drunk," the lie flowed out of her. Ginny's nervous face and pursed lips seemed to try to hide what we had just done. The red-haired girl blinked rapidly. She shook her head and replied, "It's okay."

is

She just cheated on her husband. It's definitely already. Even if it was just a kiss that you could retreat from her.

A withered married life The kisses that she and Harry shared every day. The embrace of her husband's hand Or the last time we had sex, we were gasping for breath from the boredom of trying to pleasure ourselves.

It was nothing compared to a kiss that was filled with the poison of forgetting one's own soul.

Her bark-colored eyes closed, oblivious to the events of the previous night. And Ginny had a hard time focusing on the present. She tried not to look at the face of her husband who was about to step into the fireplace and floo to the Ministry of Magic.

The feeling of guilt from the little honesty that still remained in her heart was piercing the wickedness of her soul that had wandered off to the other woman.

"Ministry of Magic," a voice exploded as green fire blazed. Ginevra gave Harry one last smile. A cloud of sadness rose until the girl had to clutch her own chest.

A single tear fell. Her lips trembled. Trying to shake off these thoughts But her heart echoed and shouted her name loud and clear.

I wish to know

The fatal flaw that makes you long to be

Magnificently cursed

Ginny, I'm sorry.

Why are you sorry?

You know, you avoided me today. Ginny read the answer smugly. Slender hand quickly wrote a reply. I'm working.

Are you angry at me? I am really sorry

I'm not angry at you.

If you are not satisfied with that I'll keep my distance from you. You can tell me. I'm afraid you'll be uncomfortable.

Ginny's teeth gnashed loudly. She closed the book in frustration and rubbed her makeup-free face. Annoyance crept in along with longing.

Her husband isn't home. The bedside is empty. And the only thing she thought about was that kiss.

Ginny clenched her jaw. She picked up the book again and wrote a sentence that ruined everything. This whole house Whole married life Or the ring you're wearing

Ginny just wanted that feeling again.

The fire that burned away the coldness that she always encountered when she was with her husband. She wants craft beer in her mouth. It's not the sour taste of fermented grapes. Husband's bad wine

Do you like me?

The emptiness that appeared made Ginny want to erase it quickly. She won't see If you hurry and decide to delete it now

Tears flowed from her eyes at this crazy thing she was going through.

Like, you're the most beautiful woman I've ever met.

And Ginevra Potter had been in heaven nestled in hell for the two weeks he had been missing.

The fire she gave to Ginny shattered her wedding vows to her husband and left her with ashes, unable to be reborn like a phoenix.

The woman Flo came to her house with a tank top that fell off with just one flick of her finger was well planned. Her hand on Ginny's neck, oh, it's like honey tea when our throats hurt. That touch heals everything. Her kiss was so sweet that it soothed the bitterness in the middle-aged woman's life.

And what she gave Ginny was finished in half a year. It made the red-haired woman unable to take her eyes off her face.

"If your husband finds out," she cupped Ginevra's face with both hands. She still shivered from the cold air in front of the burning fireplace. Her smooth skin reflected the light. And the reflection in her naked eyes made Ginny almost forget that her last name still had Potter at the end of it.

"Let's just not let him know," she whispered into the girl's ear. And it was as if all the morality in Ginny's heart had been shattered. Just put your lips on the smooth shoulder. Receive the loving touch of the young woman in front of you again. Just press your nose into the crook of this smooth neck.

Ginny wanted nothing else but that. And forgetting her husband's face made her smile without stopping.

freedom from bondage The sex she had with the woman in front of her made Ginny feel light-headed. And she understands every move and kiss The nurturing feeling she sent made Ginny feel like she was being reborn again. She looked like she was back when she was smiling at a Quidditch victory.

Since when had Ginevra not smelled the sweet scent of life? And she melted the ice that prevented the rose from blooming. Her slender hand picked up a crimson flower and placed it on the tip of Ginny's nose. Didn't force her to sniff. It was you who decided to do it.

The taste of kisses and happiness that she had never experienced in her entire life. A melting touch that makes roses shine Our naked bodies on the night when the cold wind blew past The thin arms that held her body Running his fingers through her fiery red hair. Lips pressed gratefully against Ginny's shoulder.

The tenderness and adoration of the younger generation caused Ginevra to swallow the poison offered by the god of death.

She sold her soul for this.

For the sinful happiness that I will never receive from my husband again.

He's in the room

Your opal eyes are all I wish to see

He wants what's only yours

"Steak?" It had been three months since Ginny had changed to his surprise. She came back to cook and wait for him, smiling, both about the love that we had more than before until Harry. Potter's eyebrows tightened every time. Her laughter was filled with happiness. It's like going back in time to our first date at Three Broomsticks and you and him drinking butterbeer.

Changed to now that she drank Muggle beer. And Harry was sipping on expensive wine.

“Um, it's true, it's already April. Do you think we should take a break and go somewhere?” The sound of the meat sizzling and the aroma of the meat made Harry smile. He looked at his beautiful wife who was humming a song and turned to give him an answer. “Why don't you wait until summer and go somewhere with the kids? Oh, and yes, I have to go to Germany in three days. It's about Quidditch." Harry shrugged.

He himself agreed with his wife. But he wanted to use that time more.

Just one-on-one time on vacation

"I invited—because I wanted us to go alone." Ginny frowned. Scoop the steak onto your husband's plate before pouring the sauce over. She walked over to him, who was still reading something, and pressed a kiss to Harry's cheek. A plate of food was placed in front of Harry. The laugh in the husband's throat brought a smile to the wife's face.

And it's like a reaction. We smiled until our crow's feet were visible because of a happy dinner.

This house was no longer a cold, boring concrete house. There was warm candlelight. Romantic jazz music and Ginny Potter smiling so widely that Harry felt guilty for the past year or so of us spent mostly talking about work, money, and stressed-out sleep. together

It's boring.

She's Boring— In the opinion of her husband, Harry Potter, Ginevra is stressed about her promotion. He's busy with work. We are distant And hugging her doesn't create warmth. If it's just some kind of ritual that we do to remind us that we were once lovers.

Harry even thought she was bored with him. Christmas has just passed She seemed happier than last year. Since receiving a gift from that Daily Prophet intern She told him that she had already been hired. After getting the position of head of the sports department Ginny had changed. She was his old Ginny now.

And that smile he always wanted to receive.

“Oh, darling, I want to go with you. But work is really busy. I just got promoted and have to make a lot of adjustments. It's like when you were the head auror. Don't be angry." She gave him a pleading, guilt-ridden face until Harry burst out laughing. "Alright, that's fine." After that, the Potter couple's meal and lively conversation continued until Jin I almost forgot the time.

We went to bed, he embraced her, and Ginevra could only meet her husband's emerald green eyes as they mirrored the loving eyes of another woman.

Harry's breath made Ginny smile. He didn't give her that feeling. And why she smiled so happily was because of her new love, which made Ginny's heart grow fonder and transform into a field of spring flowers.

Clover blooms in the fields

Spring breaks loose, the time is near

What would he do if he found us out?

Crescent moon, coast is clear

Spring breaks loose, but so does fear

He’ s gonna burn this house to the ground

Working with her in Germany It's not unlike an invitation to go on holiday with your husband. “Reserve a room?” said the editor, who was trying to reduce the cost of writing all the news. Ginny nodded back irritably. "Can't you have two rooms? I don't really—"

“We need to reduce wasteful budgets. One room is good. You two have been working together for a long time now.” Ginny tried to hide her happy face. He nodded in response and received the reservation card for the Magician's hotel in Berlin. Bark-colored eyes stared at the woman who was still standing with her head bowed silently, not arguing.

Heaven has inspired and inspired the two of us.

She still wears the diamond ring her husband gave her. Can't erase what obligation I have around my neck. But the bond that binds your heart to hers is so strong. And she asked for nothing more than for Ginny to hold her. "Aren't you tired?" she said with concern.

While unzipping the dress A slender, hot hand held up his lover's flowing red hair while the other hand was pulling the zipper. Lipstick-free lips pressed a soft kiss to the shoulder of a woman nearly twelve years older than her. Ginevra let out a satisfied moan. She turned to look at the person in front of her who was still smiling cheerfully.

"I'm not tired. I'm with you I can do anything just with you.” Working on Quidditch here is hard. I need to interview this person. Think about each team's playing style. They also had to remember the names of almost all athletes. Ginny did it well because she was right here. Please stay away and encourage her at all times. Oh, no one will ever compare to what she has done for Ginny.

She stared at Ginny with fond eyes. It's so sweet, dripping, and the happiness that our two bodies touch is like a drug. It was as if that touch was a vine that if she had to stop and wait Let her escape The vines would bind Ginny until she couldn't breathe. And she was the only one who could free Ginny from her bonds.

"I like being with you, Ginny." She kissed Ginny. The spring honey on the tips of our tongues cannot be erased. It is engraved deep into the torn soul that we are all proud to have.

How’ s one to know?

I’ d live and die for moments that we stole

On begged and borrowed time

So tell me to run

Or dare to sit and watch what we’ ll become

And drink my husband’ s wine

Her fingertips tangled in her hair, tucking it behind her ear. Her cute face was colored by the sweltering heat, which made Ginevra dazzled with her own love. "The kids are getting close to school break," she pressed her lips together and took Ginny's hand up to kiss it. Ginny's satisfied smile appeared.

"Yes, my child is coming home."

"Maybe we'll see each other less." Ginny's heart fluttered. "Let's meet as usual. We work at the same place."

"Ginny—" She looked up. Look at you, holding her close to your shoulder. Harry went outside to do some field work. And she was holed up in Mrs. Potter's warm home. It's already a routine.

No one knows

She disappeared. We don't use Flo anymore. because it may be easy to follow

"If you are uncomfortable We can stop."

"I've never once regretted having you."

“What about your children?” She asked, raising an eyebrow. It made Ginevra stop and think for a moment. Believe me, there are more reasons for us to stay.

"They will understand. If that day comes"

Ginny took a sip of the terrible wine. The younger woman merely gave a satisfied smile before resting her head on her lover's shoulder who was now caressing her arm. We watched television and Ginny's soothing breath made the young woman understand how valuable this relationship was to Ginevra's life. How much Potter?

She is satisfied with this relationship. And Ginny herself lived through a period of time that is difficult to tell and to be questioned as to where in the hand of the clock it is.

Just this

Touch and love that must be hidden

You are satisfied.

And now I’ m covered in you

You, I really need to write a sapphic episode! Good luck to Ginny. Don't say that to Ginny. I Will Protect My Favorite Red Head Gew Thew I Die Please don't miss the Indistutation. Maybe life is boring. Ours might just want a sincere sapphic, Madam, with a sweet heart.

not me literally feel illegal to write a sex scene with straight couple but wrote the most sluttiest chapter about sad sapphic cheating on her husband 

sometimes men are too shallow to understand women's feeling, se let women understand each other it will be so much better /wink

let her goofy husband die in his boredom and then let's go! have fun with our infidelity