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Summary: Harry is having marital problems that possibly stem from the fact that he is a raging alcoholic. Draco tries to lend a hand. But will Draco's interference help? Or will it just make everything worse. If you haven't read Deathly Hallows, this story will SPOIL it for you, so I suggest you stop reading now.

If you have read Deathly Hallows, and you are ready to have your world rocked by the psychological stress that Draco is about to submit Harry to, then start reading!

Enjoy :)

Ch. 1: Calm Before the Storm

The door slammed behind Harry as the glass vase that Ginny had thrown at him, shattered on the wall nearly missing his head. Marriage certainly wasn't all it was cracked up to be. Not just marriage in general though, marriage after kids. Ever since all three of the Potter children had left for school, home life was nothing short of a nightmare. And Harry had had his fair share of nightmares during school his school years, more than he would care to mention.

But it wasn't like the rift between him and Ginny was sudden. They had their little spats over Harry working too much or him being to easy on the kids. But the new argument was over Harry's drinking. So what that he liked to have a beer when he came home and a glass of wine with dinner. He was an Englishman through and through and she would just have to accept that.

Except, she didn't accept that. In fact Ginny got quite angry when him and Ron would leave for the pub and come back a little tipsy. Well maybe tipsy was an understatement. But it's not like he came home drunk every night, just when the two men had a rough day in the Auror office.

"I need a drink," he said to himself running his callused fingers over his lightening shaped scar and through his untidy black hair. He stepped away from the door that had just moments ago slammed in his face and began traipsing down the street towards the pub on the corner. His head was swimming with thoughts that surrounded Ginny's anger. He definitely needed a drink, or two.

The Trolls Lagoon was a local wizards pub hidden in the muggle town by Ottery St. Catchpole. It had become Harry's safe haven in the last couple of years, since Lily had left for school.

"Oi, Mr. Potter," Liam, the bartender said, as Harry walked through the door and hung up his cloak, "What's the business today?"

"Just the usual pint today. Ron been in?" he asked sitting himself at the bar his hand closing around the pint glass that had Liam had magicked there. He lifted the chilled mug to his lips, sipping his troubles away. The Trolls Lagoon was a cozy pub, a fire roaring in the grate, though it was mostly for transportation purposes.

"Not today, I expect him soon though it's getting to be that time," Liam said glancing at the grandfather clock that was sitting in the corner of the bar, "However if you don't mind me asking you're here rather early. Matter o' fact you don't ever come in on Thursdays. Trouble's with the missus?"

"You have no idea," Harry said lifting his glass once more. He drank deeply finishing his beer. He looked expectantly up at Liam who was refilling his glass. Harry drank again from it and Liam looked at him strangely. Was it pity?

"Aye, you've got me on that one. Can't keep a lass long enough to marry her. The trouble is they don't think bartending is a husbands job," Liam said with a wink. Maybe Harry had imagined the previous look.

"They never think anything is good enough, whether you're the richest wizard around, or the poorest yob that walks the streets for a living," said a man sitting at the end of the bar. The man was concealed in the shadow that being in the corner aware from the fire cast on that side of the bar. Harry knew he had heard that voice before and for some reason his stomach clenched in anticipation. The feeling that was coursing through his veins was very close to the fight or flight mentality and he was really sure why.

"Here, here," Liam said tipping the glass he was cleaning towards the man, "Mr. Malfoy here knows his women."

Malfoy. Harry had known he recognized that voice. He wanted to stand up and walk out of the bar, but his beer wasn't finished yet. Though it had been years since they had been in school. Years since the final battle of Hogwarts had taken place, leaving the world in a somewhat state of peace. Years since their hurried flight through the burning Room of Requirement. The hairs on his neck still prickled at the man that used to be the ferret faced little twit that used to be his enemy.

"Potter," Malfoy said coming into the light tipping his head to him in an almost friendly manor.

"Malfoy," Harry said returning the nod perhaps a little more curtly than he should of.

"Troubles at home?" Malfoy asked Harry moving more into the light and onto a stool two away from his previous seat. Harry looked up at him incredulously and then back down at his empty beer mug that was currently magically refilling itself once again, "Cat got your tongue? Or is it more like She-Weasel."

"No matter what problems you think I may be having, you will watch your tongue," Harry said his hand retreating into his cloak to palm his wand, "You will not address her in anyway or form," he said with malice behind his words, "I also don't see how it's any business of yours about my home life or anything that has to do with me or my family," Harry said drinking from his glass once more.

"Now Mr. Potter, don't be so quick to dismiss him. Like I said Draco knows relationships," Liam said winking knowingly in Malfoy's direction, "Give him a chance," he suggested. Harry's mouth almost fell open, but then he remembered that Liam wasn't at school with him and Malfoy, when they had nearly escaped killing each other on numerous occasions.

Malfoy raised his hand in order to quiet Liam, "It's obvious that Mr. Potter here has no need for my advice or anything of the sort," Malfoy said just as arrogantly as ever, Harry tasted rage at his tone, "If Mrs. Potter doesn't want to have sex with him then we must assume that it's his fault and not hers. That is assuming she inherited her mother's libido. The Weasley elders have seven kids don't they? Oh goodness my mistake six."

It happened almost as quick as it did when they was at school. Before Malfoy was any the wiser, he was pinned against the wall with Harry's wand poking into his jugular, "Don't ever address my family. Is that clear ferret-face," Harry spat into Malfoy's face his green eyes blazing with anger and hatred, "Incase you don't remember what side you were on, maybe you should look at your left arm. Once a Death Eater, always a Death Eater. Once the Chosen one, always the Chosen one. Don't make me finish the job," Harry whispered furiously at Malfoy.

"Temper, temper Potter. So much anger. Have you still not forgotten our days at Hogwarts? The Boy—excuse me Man Who Lived can hold a grudge for… how many years has it been?" Malfoy whispered.

"Mr. Potter, please don't attack my customers. Especially the ones that pay as well as Mr. Malfoy does," Liam said wrapping his arm around Harry's chest and lightly tugging backwards so that Harry retreated to his bar stool, sat down, and cast a cooling charm on his beer mug.

Malfoy straightened his robes and raised his eyebrow at Harry, lifting a hand up to smooth back his white blond hair, that had with age, become more white than blonde, "I seem to have touched a nerve." He took his seat once again and sipped at his beer acting nonchalant as if Harry had not just attacked him.

"Shove off Malfoy," Harry said immaturely. As if it wasn't enough that he had to spend seven years in school with Malfoy but, Draco also donated money to the ministry so they had to see each other every once in a while when Kingsley called an inter-department head meeting. And now, Malfoy had decided to infiltrate Harry's favorite pub, just to annoy the hell out of him it seemed. Harry groaned internally as he thought of how often Malfoy might come back knowing how much it would bother Harry that he was there.

"Fine Potter, drink your sorrows away but if you ever need help," Malfoy said rising out of his chair an conjuring a little piece of paper out of thin air, "You know where to find me. You've been to my château haven't you?"

Draco Malfoy

Malfoy Manor

Harry glanced at the piece of paper as Malfoy walked out of the door. His head was pounding with anger as he finished his second pint. He watched it refill itself for the third time in less than a half an hour. He shook his head at the little piece of paper and crumpled it up, watching the bottom of his glass.

A/N: Well, I hope you enjoyed. No lemons just yet, but you just wait. There wouldn't be any Draco/Harry dynamic if there weren't lemons to look forward to. Soooo now I have one little request. Can you review this? If you do, not only will I most likely love you forever, but also I'll put up the next chapter. Yes? Cool. Thanks.