FireWhiskey Lullaby

Title: A FireWhiskey Lullaby
Author: Briar
Summary: My first song-fic. Whiskey Lullaby by Brad Paisley and Allison Kraus.
Authors Note: At one point there’s a sad attempt at humor. Bear with me. Thanks. Also My first Harry/Draco fic. Pretty stoked about that. Well if it’s crappy sorry I just finished it and it’s 6:20 a.m. And if you plain just don’t like it then you can sod off. Flames will be shot…
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is not mine. If it was it would not be allowed in public libraries or schools. Maybe Porn shops…. Maybe. But it’s not. It all belongs to JK. All bow down to JK Rowling. The goddess of Hogwarts. Neither do I own Whiskey Lullaby I am just using it in my fan fiction. Thank you! ^_^

~~ means song lyrics

A FireWhiskey Lullaby

“I hope Harry isn’t home yet. I want my promotion in the ministry to be a surprise. I even got champagne.” Draco said, turning his head to glance back at Hermione as they exited the lift.

“It was very nice of you to invite me, Draco. I’m just upset that we couldn’t find Ronald.” Worry creased her brow as she thought about her absent friend. “Harry would have loved to see him.”

“Don’t worry, Granger. I’m sure he’s fine. I wouldn’t be surprised if he’s with Harry. I called about a half hour ago and Harry didn’t answer so he’s probably out with him.”

Hermione nodded. Draco was probably right. Ronald and Harry got together every week or two to go out for a pint. She didn’t know why she hadn’t thought of that herself. Having come to the door to Harry’s and his flat he unlocked the door and pushed it open.

“Come on Granger. You can help me set everything up.” He set down the grocery bag on the kitchen table, “Okay where did I put that ice bucket?” His forehead creased in concentration.

“Well when was the last time you used it?” asked Hermione. She often had to help Ronald or one of the twins find a misplaced object so she knew the best place to start is memory.

“Um…. Our anniversary I think….. Oh! It’s in the bedroom!” He turned and walked into the room hearing a small, “Ew,” behind him. Grinning at the memory of Harry screaming under him on their anniversary a few weeks before he walked to their bedroom door.

Looking back on it Draco would wish he had never opened that door but as they say, ‘If wishes were kisses all frogs would be princes’. As soon as he turned that knob his life fell apart at the seams. For lying on his bed was the love of his life and Ronald Weasley.

~He put him out. Like the burning end of a midnight cigarette. He broke his heart. He spent his whole life trying to forget.~

Turning on his heel Draco walked down the hall and out of their once-shared flat. leaving two very regretful wizards and one very confused witch.

Three Weeks Later Malfoy Manor East Wing

Draco sat up drunkenly yelling a, “Whosit?” at the door.

“Draco it’s me, ‘Mione. Will you let me in?” He stumbled to the door turning the door knob accidentally while trying to catch himself on it.

~We watched him drink his pain away a little at a time. But he never could get drunk enough to get him off his mind. Until the night…~

“How’d you get in?” He slurred belligerently.

Walking into the room she put her purse down on the coffee table. “I told the house-elf that answered the door that I was bringing you more FireWhiskey. You shouldn’t have house-elves Draco. Haven’t I told you about--”

“’Mione if you say one thing about S.P.E.W. I will S.P.E.W. all over you.”

//That shut her up quick, fast, and in a hurry.//

“Draco you have to talk to him. he’s frantic with worry. All he does is cry about how stupid he was. If you don’t talk to him I’m gonna have to silence him just to get some sleep!”

Draco flopped down on the couch in a very un-Malfoy-ish way and brought the bottle to his lips again. “Then he should have though about that before he decided to be a filthy slag. Shouldn’t’e’ve?” He spoke into the bottle. He drank deeply before taking it away from his lips. “Leave, Hermione.”

“But Draco-”

“LEAVE. Don’t bother coming back if it’s just some ploy to get me to talk to him.” His jaw clenched as he sent his last friend away. “GO!”

“I’ll come back in a few days Draco. Please try not to drink so much. It’s not healthy…” She bit her lip. “He really does love you Draco.” She shut the door just in time to hear a bottle smash against it. He’d actually thrown a bottle at her! How dare he?!

Three Weeks Later Front Page Daily Prophet March 6th

R.I.P
Draconis Lucius Malfoy 1985-2006

Draconis Lucius Malfoy, age 21, was found dead in his ancestral home yesterday afternoon. Although there is no official cause of death as of this point, evidence points to alcohol poisoning. The Ministry of Magic is set to give a press statement as soon as cause of death is determined. The last living will and testament will be read at three o'clock this afternoon. For information regarding funeral arrangements contact his widower, Harry James Potter, Savior of the Wizarding World. -Rita Skeeter.

~He put that bottle to his head and pulled the trigger. And finally drank away his memory. Life is short but this time it was bigger than the strength he had to get up off his knees.~

Three o'clock Office of B. Zabini Attorney at Law

"Good. Everyone's here. We are here today to read the last will and testament of one Draconis Lucius Malfoy. I will skip through all the formalities if that’s okay?" Blaise looked at everyone waiting for approval.
"Good then. ' I Draconis Lucius Malfoy, being of sound mind and body, do hereby bequeath the entire Malfoy Library to one Hermione Helen Granger. Live well in your pursuit of knowledge. I hope it brings you happiness. As to the rest of my estate, sell all possessions and give half the money to Pansy Parkinson and the other half to Fred and George Weasley of Weasleys' Wizarding Wheezes. I hope the money serves them well. They have been good to me. Even at the beginning when everyone else was against Harry and I. And for My Harry. To one Harry James Potter-Malfoy I bequeath one photograph and one letter. Good day to you all. I shall miss you terribly.'" Zabini stood up handed Harry an envelope and walked out with a hurried, "Sorry must fly."

Harry sat there and looked at the envelope Zabini had handed him. It contained another envelope and a photo of the two of them. Colin Creevy had taken it back in school. Harry and Draco had snuck off into the back of the library to have a snog. In the picture Draco reached a hand up to touch Harry's cheek and leaned forward to kiss him. Harry remembered being startled by the flash of light and seeing Colin run off out of the corner of his eye. But Draco had just kept kissing him. "I'm not letting you go." He'd said.

A sob caught in his throat when he saw the writing on the front of the envelope.

My Dearest Harry

He wanted nothing more than to rip it open but he carefully broke the wax on the back and lifted out the parchment.

March 2nd, 2006

//Three days before his death.// Tears welled up in Harry's eyes. //Draco knew he was going to die. I am so sorry My Love.// He wiped his tears on the sleeve of his robe. And continued reading.

My Dearest Harry,

Don’t wipe your face on your sleeve it's not behavior befitting a Malfoy. I did not want to leave this world without telling you that although I could not be with you I love you dearly. But to be with you would be to have no pride, no dignity, no sense of self-worth. I know I'm dying. It's not because of any disease or anything like that. I'm just fading away. Without you I have no reason to live. Just know that I've loved you ever day since I first saw you in Diagon Alley. You were the first child I'd met that wasn’t part of my fathers' 'friends' families. You were so cute yet so quiet. I wanted you to look at me so I could see your eyes again. I wanted to get you to talk to me so bad, but you seemed to want nothing to do with me. I tried to impress you with being a Malfoy like my father had taught me, but you didn’t care about my money or my father. You just wanted a friend. It's always been you Harry, since Madam Malkins'. Goodbye, My Sweet. I will wait for you. I have asked to be buried in the gardens here at Malfoy Manor. The magnolias are beautiful here when they bloom. I will be here waiting for they day we are reunited. Farewell, My Dearest Harry. My Love.

Draconis Lucius Malfoy

Wait. Scratch that.

All My Love, Draco.

That sounds much better.

~They found him lying face down in the pillow. With a note that said "I'll love him 'til I die."~

Malfoy Manor Two Days Later

"Ashes to Ashes. Dust to Dust." The Priest finished his prayer at which point Harry stepped forward to lat a re and a white rose on the coffin and promptly fainted.

~And when they buried him beneath the willow, the angels sang a Whiskey Lullaby.~


One Month Later Godric's Hollow

Harry stumbled around the tiny cottage, built here just for him, singing to himself, "La-la-la-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la La-la-la." The tune had been stuck in his head for ages. He stopped to think for a minute. He turned to the nearest portrait, one of Lupin before the war. "It's a cute tune. I only sing it when I'm drunk though. I wonder why?" He swayed in place and took another swig of FireWhiskey . "I should name it. How 'bout… FireWhiskey Melody?" The portrait made a disgusted face at Harry's behavior but Harry took it as a dislike for his song title. "No? How 'bout Whiskey Lullaby?" He shook his head, "No, it sounds like some sad country song." <<< Sad attempt at humor! ^_^; sorry couldn't help myself!

~The rumors flew. But nobody knew how much he blamed himself. For years and years, he tried to hide the whiskey on his breath. We watched him drink his pain away a little at a time. But he never could get drunk enough to get him off his mind. Until the night…~

The portrait spoke, "Harry how many of those have you had?"

Harry scowled at the picture of his longtime friend and mentor. "Not enough! I can still 'member." Tears spilled down his cheeks. "I can still 'member him Remy. He haunts my dreams. I can never catch him."

Next Day

"Harry wake up. Wake up, Harry." The voice was feminine. //Must be 'Mione// "Fine then don't get up. I left food in the kitchen. Try to eat. You don’t look healthy. You're starting to look like he did, Harry. that’s not good. I love you, Harry." He heard a crack and when he opened his eyes she was gone. He looked at the clock. // 8 a.m. I only slept for about three hours. Well might as well get an early start.// He waved his wand at the empty bottle and it refilled with liquor. //I love Charms//

~He put that bottle to his head and pulled the trigger. He finally drank away his memory. Life is short but this time it was bigger than the strength he had to get up off his knees. They found him with his face down in the pillow. Clinging to his picture for dear life.~

Front Page Daily Prophet April 9th

R.I.P
Harry James Potter 1985-2006

Harry James Potter-Malfoy, the Boy-Who-Lived, the Savior of the Wizarding World, age 21, was found dead this morning. As in the death of his deceased husband, Draconis Lucius Malfoy, it seemed that he drank himself to death. Hopefully the two lovers have found each other in the afterlife. Free to run and play all they want like the children they never were. For funeral information, contact Miss Hermione Helen Granger the Malfoys' Best Friend. -Rita Skeeter

Three Days Later Malfoy Manor

Hermione stepped towards the two graves. Both of them still just mounds of dirt. Too new to have grass too old to be soil. The funeral had been the day before. Many people had shown up of course. I was Harry. No matter what he did people have him attention he didn’t want. She kneeled down between the graves underneath the old tree. For once she didn’t know what kind of tree it was and she didn’t really care at the moment.

"Hello Draco. Hello Harry. I've just come to keep you updated on the news. Severus and I are getting on well. You were right we are quite alike. I managed to get Rita Skeeter to write a respectful article for you Harry. Just like Draco's. I miss you so much. The both of you. Life isn't the same without you."

She heard a sound come from above her. In the tree. Drawing her wand quickly like any good auror, she looked up at the tree and dropped the very wand she had just so recently drawn. For there in the tree were Harry and Draco.

"Don’t worry 'Mione. We're fine." Harry said clasping Draco's hand in his.

Draco smiled down at her, "He's right. Now go read all those books I gave you. I know you haven't read them all yet." He looked at Harry and smiled, love shining in his eyes. "We're happy, Hermione. Finally we can be together forever. Just the two of us. Until you die of course. We'll be right here waiting for you, Granger."

"Yeah. Don’t make us wait too long 'Mione," Harry said jokingly. "I know you think you'll need hours to do your hair, but don’t worry, you have years."

"We love you 'Mione." They spoke in synch, then they jumped from the branch they were perched on fading away before they hit the ground.

"See you then, guys. I love you, too," she said, hearing the laughter of her two friends fade into the wind.

~We laid him next to him beneath the willow, while the angels sang a Whiskey Lullaby.~

The End is Just The Beginning of Someone Else's Story

Authors Note: Wow it took me two hours to write this out. Geesh. Well I love you all and please review. I'll be so stoked. Questions or Comments hit me at Kimothy_the_Sage@yahoo.com or www.myspace.com/deladeus. Love you all. Peace. Please R&R It only takes a minute. PLEASE!!