I DO NOT own Harry Potter or Call Me When Your Sober. I am not that creative or musically talented. I know trust me.
This is all from Harry's lover's POV. This is their thoughts.
I love him. Honestly I do. But ever since he saved the world from Voldemort he just doesn't seem happy. He's the idiot that married her. Now don't get me wrong I love sneaking around the bloody bint's arse but hes always so upset.
Don't cry to me
If you love me
You would be here with me
You want me
Come find me
Make up your mind
I always told him I be there for him, but I cannot live like this anymore.
Should I let you fall?
Lose it all?
So maybe you can remember yourself
Can't keep believing
We're only deceiving ourselves
And I'm sick of the lie
And you're too late
I really don't want to stop seeing him but I'm worried about what he do if I left. He already fights with her every night. sigh I need alcohol.
Don't cry to me
If you love me
You would be here with me
You want me
Come find me
Make up your mind
If he honestly loves me like he claims he does than why doesn't he leave her? Oh, I know why it would be bad for his 'image'.
Couldn't take the blame
Sick with shame
Must be exhausting to lose your own game
Selfishly hated
No wonder you're jaded
You can't play the victim this time
And you're too late
Oh, I'm Harry Potter, I never do wrong, it's always someone else's fault. Not this time, baby. Not this time.
So don't cry to me
If you love me
You would be here with me
You want me
Come find me
Make up your mind
Hmm. . . He'll be calling in about an hour. Oh bloody well. I'm done. That's it. Ok. Maybe I need more alcohol? No, no alcohol is bad. Harry proves this time and time again.
You never call me when you're sober
You only want it cause it's over
It's over
We had a fling in Hogwarts. It was nice. But oh no, he just had to kill Voldemort then marry the little bitch. Couldn▓t he tell she was a gold digger. Why couldn▓t he have just stayed with me. Hmmm, wonder how intoxicated he is tonight. This is the only time he claims to let loose. Is when he has me, alcohol, and a good shag to start and end our night.
How could I have burned paradise? How could I - you were never mine
I honestly wouldn't mind just being his shag buddy, if he would admit we had something special. But he's usually so hammered by the time he gets here, its ridiculous. We always said together forever when we were at Hogwarts. But he always when back to her. I should've known it was never going to stop.
So don't cry to me
If you love me
You would be here with me
Don't lie to me
Just get your things
I've made up your mind
I have all of his things in a box by the fire. I'm going to shove them back to him and tell him no more. Although I doubt that he'll understand thanks to the fire whiskey.
"Hey baby. Ready for me tonight," Harry's head said from the fire place.
"No," I said trying to be strong.
"Why not? I know you want a shag and I can't take Ginny yelling at me much more."
"I'm sorry Harry but I can't do this anymore."
I got up and shoved the box through the green fire.
"We can't do this again. I am sick of the lies and you never call me when your sober."
"Draco, baby don't do this to me!"
"Good-bye Harry. I do love you and always will."
"Draco," he got cut off as I extinguished the flames and cut off the floo network.
Author's Note:
Well did you love it or hate?
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BTW: Flames will be laughed at, at our lunch table. Not that we need more to laugh at.
3 Ashley