"When I'm Gone"
By: Kasey Michelle

Disclaimer: I do NOT own Harry Potter or any of the Harry Potter Characters, the only thing I take credit for is the plot/story line.

Summary: (( A/U, NON MAGIC, SLASH )) Harry has a drinking problem and Draco is tired of it. Draco came home to find Harry passed out drunk with a random woman under is arm, so Draco packs and leaves to go home to France. Harry wakes up out of his drunken stupor and for the first time in months, realizes that he really fucked up. Fucked everything up. Now, Harry must do everything he can to win Draco back.

Chapter One

'Oh Harry. Why do you do this to me? Why do you do this to yourself?' I thought as I walked into the flat we shared to see him knocked out on the floor. He was surrounded by beer bottles and his arm was around some random girl. I wanted to cry. I really did but I don't think I had any tears left. I loved him more than anyone could know but I don't think that's enough anymore. This wasn't the first time I had come home to find this. I am quite ashamed to admit that this made the third time.

I spent half of my time crying and trying to convince myself that it wasn't his fault. It was the girls he was with. I told myself that they forced him to drink and forced him to sleep with them. I wasn't stupid. I knew it was a lie but no person in love can just accept the truth. The first time I came home to this I threw a pan at Harry's head and called him every awful thing I could think of. I screamed and he cried. I stormed out only to be back in his arms the next day as he told me that he didn't know what he was doing. He told me that some random chick had seduced him after he was to drunk to think clearly. It was pathetic of me, but I let him tell me those lies because I didn't want to believe the truth.

The second time I came home to this, I pretended I didn't know. I walked back out and stayed gone long enough for him to get rid of the evidence. I cried and cried. I was mad at him, mad at her, and mad at myself for ignoring the obvious. I came home to his guilty face and his awful acting. I still stayed silent. Now, here I was again. Like I said, I wanted to cry but I just couldn't. This time things would be different. I was leaving my world. I was leaving him. I packed my things, got in my car, and I drove. I don't know how long I drove but I knew I was going in circles. Before long, I ended up at Ron and Hermione's front door.

I only had to knock once before the door opened. "Oh, Draco. I'm so sorry. Harry just called. He woke up, saw your stuff was gone, and called me. He's really fucked up. I knew he would end up messing things up with you." Hermione said wrapping me in a hug. Standing here in the comfort of someone's arms, the tears that wouldn't come before now fell freely. "Come in and have a seat. Me and Ronald will get you some coffee." she said as she ushered me inside.

I wiped the tears away as I said "No I can't stay here. I'm going home. I'm so sorry guys. I just stopped by hoping you could help me by doing a couple of things for me."

"Anything sweetie" Hermione said as she hugged me comfortingly.

"Could I leave my car here until I have the money to get it shipped home? Also, could someone drive me to the airport?" I said with a sniffle.

"We can hold on to your car for you but I've had a few beers and Mione has work in about 20 minutes. I'll call Ginny and Dean and see if they can drive you." Ron said in his soothing voice.

"That's fine. I guess a cup of coffee wouldn't hurt." I mumbled and I sunk into their couch.