Chapter 1

The days grew long for him. Every day throughout the school year seemed longer and longer. More nights in this year than last year, which means more drinks and more sorrow. He'd been to busy drinking himself into a mess than marking the children's papers. It had been like this since his love left. He thought he would have been happier when he left; sadly he was wrong. His life job was to protect that one boy and now he no longer was in his life and it hurt.

Harry was the last thing of Lily and he was hoping he would not lose him, but he did. Harry married Draco a year after graduation. Who knew they had a secret relationship, building over the past 4 years; he did. Draco being his God-son told him everything. This chat ripped his heart out. The chat with Hermoine about how he was Draco's best man, stomped on it. He filled his shot glass of fire whiskey, but drank from the bottle instead; he was a wreck.

The whiskey burned down his throat, Slowly he finished off the shot glass. His stomach did knots as his mind looked back on that wedding day. He went for Draco, when all truth was he wanted to object the marriage and take Harry; he didn't. Harry stood in front of the alter in a white femal suit, it wasn't a dress, but it was beautiful; everything on him was beautiful. He lost Lily to another man, he lost Harry to his God-son. His life was shit.

Harry laid Albus down for bed, and pecked him ever so softly on the head. Draco sat in the living room reading the daily profit about the capture of his father and how he would be set to trail.

"Honey? You coming.." The frown deepened on Draco's face. "What is it?"

Draco stood up and placed the paper down and skulked over to the kitchen.

"Honey?"

Draco was looking through the alcohol cabinet and looked over his shoulder. "I'm afraid I can't do this anymore"

Harry cocked his head like a confused puppy. "Whatever do you mean darling?"

Draco found the muggle beer and pulled it out. Popping the cap off and take a hard gulp of it, sighed and looked down. "My dad again is going to court and this time he's a dead man." Harry frowned. Draco always put his fathers well being before the children and Draco's own self. It hurt Harry to see him like this, but it murdered Harry why Draco even said yes to dating him and over time Draco did fall for Harry; it never seemed like it though.

"Look if it makes you feel better I'll go to the ministry and talk to them okay?"

Draco smiled and nodded. "Okay, but you have to go right now the trains first thing in the morning. So you have to go now."

Harry nodded his head and went to the bedroom. Threw on nice appropriate clothing and went to the front door. "I'm leaving."

Draco came to the front door and pecked him on the cheek. "Don't fail me Harry." This is what Draco does. You'll do something nice for him and he'll treat you down.

"I won't." Harry leaned in for a kiss and got air. Draco walked away. Leaving a sadness to slip its way into his heart once again. He let out a deep sigh and opened the door.

Snape swallowed back another bottle of whiskey and looked inside of the empty bottle. "Nothing." He tossed the fire whiskey aside and steadied himself to get up. Slowly and ever so carefully he rose from the chair. The room swayed back and forth, the slightest movement could screw him up. He dragged his feet across the floor, stumbled and fell. He rolled over onto his side and smiled. "Goodnight Lily and Harry." He kissed the floor and faintly the world started to slip from him. With each blink the world became more and more blurry. Until total darkness.

The streets were dark and damp. It was just a drizzle of rain and nothing more, but although wet and cold as it was Harry was still on his way; he was going to help Luicus Malfoy and maybe then Draco would stop treating him as a regret and more of a wife. With each block passed the drizzle turned into a rainfall and from a rainfall into a storm and from a storm into hail. He yearned for love from the person he loved. He rounded the bend and stood in front of the ministry's building.

"Luicus Malfoy X-death eater and murderer of hundreds of innocent people and at one point he tried to kill you!" The ginger flailed his arms around and shrieked to the heavens.

"Ron, I understand what I'm doing and pleading for him worked. Their letting him go under one condition. He has to live with me." Harry could just see Draco's smile when he tells him the news.

"THATS THE PROBLEM!" Ron smacked Harry in the side of the head and frowned. "Harry, ever since you turned 20 he's been watching you as if you're a new toy in a shop and he's the little kid that wants to play with you." Ron had a very good point, Luicus has had his eyes for him for 3 years now and it seemed each time the once settle hints turned into forces and demands.

"I'll be fine. Anything to make my husband happy." Harry smiled. Luicus Malfoy walked into the room, drenched in what rain and smelt of old scotch.

"Potter! You..you came for...for me?" Luicus belched. Harry's nose cringed in disgust. "I have to get you home." Harry walked over to Lucius and wrapped an arm around his waist and held his breath.

"You need help?" Harry nodded and Ron rushed over and wrapped his arm around the drunks waist.

"Oh, Mr. Weasley, how's your wife?"

Ron gaged on his breath. "Yup, I'll throw him in the car and we'll drive." They both headed for the front door and out to the cold crisp air. Ron's car was parked right across the street. Bright red Ferrari with sharp black stripes.

"Okay, Lucius don't vomit on.." There was a loud splash sound. Ron looked down at his shoes, which were now covered in green sick. "Blimy! Harry!"

After the agonizing drive with Luicus trying to sing every song on the radio. They pulled into the garage and help Luicus into the house.

"Oh, you boys! You are too...jj..just too kind."

Ron threw Luicus onto the couch in the living room. "Good luck. You'll need it." There was sympathy in Ron's eyes.

"Ginger! What are you doing in my house?" Draco scowled at Ron.

"I'm leaving. Bye mate." Harry nodded his head and waved goodbye.

"Is he drunk?" Harry should have used a sober up potion, but he didn't know the man would be drunk.

"I'm sorry, they gave him to me like this."

Draco nodded and walked over to his fathers side. "Dad? You okay?" Draco nudged his dad. There was a soft noise of breaths with little capes of snores. "He's asleep. Come Harry, we should go to bed." He grabbed Harry's hand and brought him up stairs. They arrived to their bed room. The walls were a pale blue just like everything else, beside the one stuffed animal of an emerald green.

"I wanna ask you something Draco." Draco took off his shirt revealing his pale abs and v line lower half.

"What is it?" Draco held some sudden frown and disgust on his face.

"Are you happy?" Harry spoke to the wall to avoid falling for the mans body. Shivers went down his spine as the man caressed his neatly wet down hair.

"Baby, why would you ask such a stupid question?" Draco pressed his lips against Harry's savoring the sweet touch. He gently slid his index finger down Harry's spine. The kiss deepened in a fling of gentle wisps with their tongues. Harry wrapped his arms around the mans neck and held onto him for dear life. Draco climbed onto of Harry not breaking the kiss, but deepened it into an aggressive play.

Harry frowned, this was one of the many ways Draco kept Harry silent; he hated his reason to marry him and for his reason to Harry.

See Draco was married to Harry for the good name and the fame, Harry loved Draco since second year; to love someone and not to love someone back was a how this went.

Harry turned his head away from Draco. "Do you love me? And are you happy?"

Draco snarled. "Why do you ask such stupid questions! I live with you don't I?"

There was a harsh silence. "That doesn't mean anything. Its not a stupid question. If I were to die right now, what would you do?" There was a cold look in Dracos eyes.

He looked away from Harry and looked at the wall.

"Why won't you answer me?"

Draco frowned. "I WOULDNT DO ANYTHING!" Draco barked at Harry causing him to jump. "

You.."

"NO! I WOULDN'T! Let's just go to bed, okay?"

Harry nodded fighting back tears.

"Harry, if you want someone to love you. You shouldn't have married me..." He sighed." I want a divorce."