Whiskey Lullaby

Neko: Hello...it is I...sorry...just wanted to try something different for once. All the usual stuff is getting boring to me. As for a disclaimer...I do not in any way, shape or form own Draco Malfoy or Harry Potter. They are property of J.K. Rowling...and as for the beautiful lyrics...they are property of the record label and Mr. Brad Paisely. At any rate, hope you enjoy it. And just to warn you...there is a Character Death for both of our beloved boys in this one. If you don\'t like it...please press the back button now.

~She put him out like the burnin\' end of a midnight cigarette
She broke his heart he spent his whole life tryin\' to forget
We watched him drink his pain away a little at a time
But he never could get drunk enough to get her off his mind
Until the night~

*Flashback*
“Will you still be here for me when I get back?” Harry asked his blonde lover.

“Always.” Draco replied in a soft whisper.

“I’ll come back to you then.” Harry said.

Draco kissed the tall brunette slowly. “I’ll be waiting for you then.” He whispered onto Harry’s lips before watching him walk away to face a psychopathic killer and claim glory for the wizarding world.
*End Flashback*

Harry’s untamed hair fell into his eyes as he remembered everything again. He remembered walking in on Draco and Blaise in their bed, remembered the shocked look that passed through the gray orbs as Draco realized Harry had come home, remembered the smug look of victory in the eyes of Blaise, a look that told Harry he had lost something he would never again have.

The tears had run free down his face as he left, and once again, they now rolled down his tan face and dripped onto a crumpled piece of paper in his hand. His world was spinning pleasantly with each gulp of whiskey he poured down his throat. He knew he wouldn’t last through this night, but in his mind, this is what he wanted. He didn’t want to live if it meant not having Draco with him by his side anymore. This is the way it had to be.

~He put that bottle to his head and pulled the trigger
And finally drank away her memory
Life is short but this time it was bigger
Than the strength he had to get up off his knees
We found him with his face down in the pillow
With a note that said I\'ll love her till I die
And when we buried him beneath the willow
The angels sang a whiskey lullaby~

Hermione and Ron found Harry the next day still in his bed with tear stained cheeks. Three empty whiskey bottles littered the floor while a fourth empty bottle lay dormant next to him on the bed. The note that was still clutched in his hand answered their questions, and more sorrow filled the hearts of Harry’s two best friends.

His friends were informed of his demise, but not as to the cause of his unfourtunate death. Even Draco was told by a very reluctant Hermione the day before he was to be buried forever in an eternal slumber and a forsaken embrace of rotting flesh. At least Hermione hoped his soul would find some sembelance of rest now that he wasn’t plagued by Draco anymore.
He was buried under a lone willow tree in the cemetery near his home, per his request. Ginny and Hermione held each other and cried as they said their goodbyes. It was a sad day for everyone, including Ron, who placed Harry’s favorite golden snitch necklace on the top of his marble tomb stone. It seemed as if the fates were singing for him on this day. The day a hero died.

~La la la la la la la
La la la la la la la
La la la la la la la
La la la la la la la~

~The rumors flew but nobody knew how much she blamed herself
For years and years she tried to hide the whiskey on her breath
She finally drank her pain away a little at a time
But she never could get drunk enough to get him off her mind
Until the night~

Two years. It had been two years and still, no one knew why Harry Potter had died. No one save a blonde haired, gray eyed man named Draco Malfoy. It had been his fault the greatest hero who lived had drunk himself into an early grave. Sure, Draco would ‘walk among the living,’ as his best friend Pansy said, but in the quiet darkness of his own home where he didn\'t have to pretend to be alive, he would find safety and comfort in his whiskey bottles. He loved the way the liquor always made him forget what had happened.

The heavy weight on his shoulders lifted slightly as Draco finished off his fifth straight bottle of whiskey that night. His mind was drifting away again, and he was only too happy to say goodbye and just let go this time. He had made his mind up. He no longer wanted to be alive when the one he had loved was dead and gone. With one last kiss to the picture he was holding in his hand of Harry, Draco lay down on his bed and fell into the blackness that was slowly encasing him.

~She put that bottle to her head and pulled the trigger
And finally drank away his memory
Life is short but this time it was bigger
Than the strength she had to get up off her knees
We found her with her face down in the pillow
Clinging to his picture for dear life
We laid her next to him beneath the willow
While the angels sang a whiskey lullaby~

After two years, Hermione had finally forgiven him and Ron was at least civil towards the man. They had made a silent promise to Harry to watch after Draco. Every day they would check on him to make sure he wasn’t following down the same path that Harry himself had. Dread started to creep into their veins when they reached his porch. What they saw when they walked through an unlocked and open front door leading into Draco Malfoy’s home shocked them. His manner home, usually very neat, was now in ruined tatters. Ron was prepared to call an Auror squad, but Hermione stopped him and pointed to a trail of liquor leading up the stairs to Draco’s bedroom.

Once they reached his bedroom, their dread turned into sorrow as they saw the scene just inside. Laying peacefully on the bed, face down, was the blonde in question. Empty and broken bottles of whiskey littered his floor as the two made their way over to him. It was a scene all too familiar to the both of them and Hermione couldn’t help a shudder that raced down her spine. When they rounded the bed, Hermione’s eyes started to water. Draco’s cheeks were tear stained and in his lax fingers was a picture of Harry.

Three days later found Draco being buried next to Harry under the same lone willow tree. It was a solemn goodbye for the blonde, and only Ron stayed for a chance to say his goodbyes alone. When he was finished, he turned and started to walk away. A breeze rustled through the branches of the willow tree, a breeze that shouldn’t have been started. Ron chanced looking back and was awed to see the souls of two who were so in love being reunited again. It was enough to bring a single tear to his eyes. Bowing his head in respect, he wished the two an eternity of peace together. For now, two halves were once again whole.

~La la la la la la la
La la la la la la la
La la la la la la la
La la la la la la la~

A/N: So how did I do? Leave a review please and tell me if it royaly sucked butt...or tell me if it was at least semi good.