Bottom of the Bottle
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
6
Views:
2,280
Reviews:
10
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Currently Reading:
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
See You Then
“You’re what?!” Harry yelled at Ginny’s back as she retreated into their bedroom her red hair flying behind her back, “Ginny could you wait just a second.”
“No, I’m leaving, not for good just until winter holidays when the kids come back and then maybe we’ll have to get in to the legal aspect of things. I just can’t take it Harry. Everyday with the drinking, it’s like I don’t even know you!” She shouted yanking the drawer open and started to throw her belongings into the open trunk on the bed.
“But can’t we just talk about it?” Harry pleaded with his angry wife taking things out of her suitcase.
“I’m done talking, just like you’re done listening. I could talk until I’ve stopped breathing but until you stop coming home pissed off your arse I’m not going to be there,” she said finally turning around showing the extreme hurt that lay behind her fiery brown eyes, that were currently swimming with tears, “Do you even know how worried I was last night?
“Five in the morning is when you decide to come home?! With no call no nothing but you tumbling in and breaking mum’s clock. And then you attempt to stealthily sneak into bed. You’re not in school anymore, you’re not a child you have a family to feed, a wife to come home too. Do you even remember that last time we had sex?!” she shouted her temper getting the best of her.
He looked at her dumbfounded his mind reeling through all the recent memories. Trying to find himself with his wife in the throes of passion. Trying to remember the last time she called out his name. But also at the same time trying not to remember what Malfoy had said the previous night.
“Exactly, we’ve had this house to ourselves for the first time in 14 years for almost two months but you haven’t tried to seduce me in a single way. You just drink your sorrows away. You don’t get any pleasure from seeing me anymore. You’d rather see the bottom of the bottle,” she said her voice cracking as tears started
“I don’t know what to say,” Harry said his green eyes flicking to the floor so he didn’t have to look into hers.
“You’re actions speak louder than your words ever have,” she said the bite behind her words more than Harry could take. He strode out of the room and into the kitchen where he started to fix himself a drink.
“Can I least ask where you’re headed?” Harry asked her as she dragged her trunk into the front hall finally coming into view from his spot in the kitchen.
“Mum and Dad’s,” she said brusquely. She stared at him as he lifted his drink to his mouth and then she scoffed, “Goodbye Harry,” she yanked open the door and walked out of his life.
“Goodbye.” He said his green eyes watching the door know that his wife, while angry at the moment would walk right back in tears streaming down her face in apology. She loved him, he knew it.
He lost track of the time as he stood there with his drink in hand watching the door knowing that any minute it would open, any hour, any few hours. As the clock struck mid-night he knew that she wasn’t coming home tonight. If at all.
“FUCK!” he screamed at the top of his lungs and he threw his bottle against the door, though after he had done it he immediately wished that he hadn’t. What he wouldn’t give to drink himself into a stupor until his wife came back, until his love came back.
He ran his fingers through his messy hair, and walked to his room so he could find the pack of muggle cigarettes that he hid in his cloak pocket, deciding that this would be an opportune time to smoke. But instead of closing around the pack of cigarettes he found a crumpled piece of paper.
He went over to the fire place and threw some Floo Powder into it and then said as he stepped into the fire, “Malfoy Manor.”
“No, I’m leaving, not for good just until winter holidays when the kids come back and then maybe we’ll have to get in to the legal aspect of things. I just can’t take it Harry. Everyday with the drinking, it’s like I don’t even know you!” She shouted yanking the drawer open and started to throw her belongings into the open trunk on the bed.
“But can’t we just talk about it?” Harry pleaded with his angry wife taking things out of her suitcase.
“I’m done talking, just like you’re done listening. I could talk until I’ve stopped breathing but until you stop coming home pissed off your arse I’m not going to be there,” she said finally turning around showing the extreme hurt that lay behind her fiery brown eyes, that were currently swimming with tears, “Do you even know how worried I was last night?
“Five in the morning is when you decide to come home?! With no call no nothing but you tumbling in and breaking mum’s clock. And then you attempt to stealthily sneak into bed. You’re not in school anymore, you’re not a child you have a family to feed, a wife to come home too. Do you even remember that last time we had sex?!” she shouted her temper getting the best of her.
He looked at her dumbfounded his mind reeling through all the recent memories. Trying to find himself with his wife in the throes of passion. Trying to remember the last time she called out his name. But also at the same time trying not to remember what Malfoy had said the previous night.
“Exactly, we’ve had this house to ourselves for the first time in 14 years for almost two months but you haven’t tried to seduce me in a single way. You just drink your sorrows away. You don’t get any pleasure from seeing me anymore. You’d rather see the bottom of the bottle,” she said her voice cracking as tears started
“I don’t know what to say,” Harry said his green eyes flicking to the floor so he didn’t have to look into hers.
“You’re actions speak louder than your words ever have,” she said the bite behind her words more than Harry could take. He strode out of the room and into the kitchen where he started to fix himself a drink.
“Can I least ask where you’re headed?” Harry asked her as she dragged her trunk into the front hall finally coming into view from his spot in the kitchen.
“Mum and Dad’s,” she said brusquely. She stared at him as he lifted his drink to his mouth and then she scoffed, “Goodbye Harry,” she yanked open the door and walked out of his life.
“Goodbye.” He said his green eyes watching the door know that his wife, while angry at the moment would walk right back in tears streaming down her face in apology. She loved him, he knew it.
He lost track of the time as he stood there with his drink in hand watching the door knowing that any minute it would open, any hour, any few hours. As the clock struck mid-night he knew that she wasn’t coming home tonight. If at all.
“FUCK!” he screamed at the top of his lungs and he threw his bottle against the door, though after he had done it he immediately wished that he hadn’t. What he wouldn’t give to drink himself into a stupor until his wife came back, until his love came back.
He ran his fingers through his messy hair, and walked to his room so he could find the pack of muggle cigarettes that he hid in his cloak pocket, deciding that this would be an opportune time to smoke. But instead of closing around the pack of cigarettes he found a crumpled piece of paper.
He went over to the fire place and threw some Floo Powder into it and then said as he stepped into the fire, “Malfoy Manor.”