"Draco, stop. Just finish getting your things and go. I don't want to hear it." I said from the doorway. "I'm tired and I just want to get those sheets off the bed so I can burn them and be done. This is the last time I'm letting you treat me this way."

"Ella, please. I can explain, don't make me go. I love you. I'm so, so sorry." He said from the edge of the bed, tears streaming down his face. "I don't even know how it happened or why I let it happen. You mean everything to me."

"Oh? Everything? I guess you should have thought about that before you brought Pansy over for some 'fun'. In our bed! Do you not even know how much that disgusts me? Not only that you would bring her to OUR house, but that you would sleep with her in OUR bed, on OUR sheets, that were given to us by your parents for OUR one year anniversary!" I screamed. I couldn't take this. I wasn't going to take this anymore. "Just get out. I'll have your things out by the time I go to work. Leave your key on the table. GO."

He slowly got up off the bed and walked toward the door. "Baby, please. Don't make me go…" he stopped next to me and tried to hug me. "Please, just a hug. We can work this out."

"No. Please, just go." I said, turning away from him. I walked in front of him through the apartment to open the door for him. I opened the door and he gave me one last, longing look and I let one last tear stream down my right cheek. "I leave for work at five. You can come get your things then."

He handed me his set of keys for the house. "I love you, you know. More than I've ever loved anything in my life. You gave me a reason to be a better person." He leaned in for a kiss and I turned my head so that he kissed my left cheek. He sighed. "I'll be here at 4:45."

I closed the door behind him and locked it, knowing that he wouldn't be able to get back in, and that gave me some sort of happiness. I was sad to see him go, I was. He was the love of my life, but cheating, in my own house, after a two and a half year marriage. My phone rang and I looked down at the screen. It was Hermione. I picked it up. "Hello?"

"Hey, Ella. How are you feeling?" she asked.

"Better than I thought, I guess. He just left." I said. "I don't want to be alone, but I don't want him here. Are you and Ron back from France yet?"

"Almost. Ronald forgot to put gas in the car before we left the last town so we called a tow truck to take us down the road to the gas station. You know we love you, right?"

"I know. And I'm really doing okay. Just lonely."

"We'll be home soon. I think Ginny is home. She didn't have work. Call her. Go out."

"I might. Thanks, 'Mione. Safe travels, love."

"Thanks!" She hung up her end of the phone and I laid mine down on the table. I walked into the kitchen and poured myself a small glass of vodka. I took a sip and set it down on the kitchen table.

After a few minutes the phone began to ring again and I walked over to pick it up. I checked the ID and it was Ginny. Hermione must have known I wasn't about to call and had Gin call me. "Hey Gin." I said, taking another sip of my vodka.

"Hey El. 'Moione called me. Let's go out. We can get a driver, it'll be fun. Get your mind off of things. Come on, first three drinks are on me." She said. Man, that was tempting. And I really didn't have a lot of money right now, what with Draco being the only one with a 'real' job at the moment.

"What time can you be here?" I asked, downing the rest of the vodka in my glass.

"About 15 minutes, how's that?" She said, taking her face away from the phone to look at the clock, I assumed. "I need to change clothes and call Harry."

"Alright, 15 minutes. See you then." I said as I hung up the phone. I put my used glass in the sink and went back to my bedroom. After I changed clothes, I ripped the sheets of the bed and took all of Draco's things out of the closet and his dresser. I put them into one big box and moved it by the front door.

I went back into the bedroom and into the bathroom to put on makeup. Soon I heard the doorbell ring and I rushed out to the door. I opened it and it was Ginny. "Hey." I grabbed my keys, but left the door unlocked, since I wasn't sure when Draco would come to get his things. "Let's go."

"Have you already been drinking?" Ginny asked, helping me down the stairs.

"Just enough vodka to have been at least seven shots." I said, laughing. "I didn't know what else to do there by myself, Gin. It's lonely in there with my memories."

"Come on. Harry's down the street." She hooked her arm through mine as we walked down the sidewalk. "So, he left today?"

"Yep. Kicked him out. For good. Left his keys and everything." I said, staggering a little. "Shit, I should have just poured the rest of that back into the bottle."

"You're alright. I've got you. Harry's just right up here. Did you call into the shelter and tell them you were sick?"

"No. I should, though. I can't go in drunk. They'd never let me through the door again." I said, searching my pockets for my phone.

"Here, I'll do it. Quit wiggling." Ginny said, laughing. She took her phone out and dialed the shelter's number. "Yes, I'm calling on behalf of Elinore Morris. She can't make it into her internship tonight, she's home sick with the flu. Yes. Yes, alright. I'll let her know. Thank you. Have a wonderful night."

"Thanks, Gin. You're the best." We finally made it to the car where Harry was waiting. "Hey, Harry. How have you been?"

"Good, just working a lot. Finally got a night off. Might have a few myself." He said, smiling as I sat in the back seat. Ginny got in the front and we began driving to the bar. Harry and Ginny idly talked in the front seat while I dosed off in the back.

Alright, maybe I'd definitely had too much vodka already.