Firewhiskey Lullaby

Disclaimer: Apllies to all chapters; not mine, never will be

Rating: M

Genre: Angst/ Tragedy

Warnings: Alcohol, suicide, boy/boy relationship

Summary: 'I love you, Harry Potter. Come back to me, please.' Harry goes away to find the last of the Horcruxes, leaving a broken-hearted Draco behind. What happens when Harry finally makes it home, only to find that Draco hasn't been quite as faithful as he promised? Inspired by the song, 'Whiskey Lullaby.'

A/N Before anyone reads, just thought I should say that yes, I know that Quidditch teams have separate changing rooms, but seeing as it's only mentioned in one line, let me off this time, k? :) Also, as the prologue, this is the shortest chapter, so please don't be put off by the lack of length!

Prologue

Draco lay, watching Harry's chest slowly rise and fall with each breath he took. He studied his boyfriend, lain out on Draco's bed, hot and flushed, his lips reddened from Draco's kisses, his black hair mussed, spread out around his head on the white pillow. He reached out a hand, and softly trailed a finger down Harry's chest, tracing the line of each muscle as he reached his abdomen. Harry stirred, as Draco dipped a finger into his navel, before slowly travelling lower, stopping at waistband of his pants. He lay back down beside Harry, adjusting his position so that his head was on the same pillow as his boyfriend's. He nuzzled into Harry's neck, knowing that he was mixing their hair on the pillow as he did so. He loved the contrast they made together; tan and pale, black and blonde, the leader of the light; epitome of good and kindness, and the son a Death Eater. Draco had never dreamed that they would end up together. He hadn't even known Harry was gay, until he caught him blushing as Draco was changing one day after a Quidditch Match. Draco smirked as he remembered that particular day. He had never known Harry so shy, so tentative, and he had certainly enjoyed being the more domineering of the two. Not that much had happened; just a few bruising kisses and a very flushed Harry. Draco smiled, remembering how Harry looked just after he had been kissed. Not that he wasn't gorgeous all the time, Draco conceded, but at those moments, he really was something else.

As he looked down at his boyfriend now, he could hardly believe how far they had come over the past year. They had begun dating straight away, and, amazingly, had never looked back. A year later, they were stronger than ever, and had even managed to somewhat cool the hostility between their friends. Hermione and Pansy, in particular, had become close friends, and even Ron now admitted that Draco wasn't, 'all that bad.' Draco grimaced slightly at this thought. He would never like the red-head particularly, but he had to admit, he looked out for Harry, and for that, Draco was grateful. Draco snuggled further into his boyfriend, delighting as Harry's still sleepy hand came up and began running his fingers through Draco's white-blonde hair. Harry had always said he liked Draco's hair; something about it reminding him of moon-lit lilies. He reached up, entwining his hand with Harry's, wrapping his other arm around the smaller boy, holding him tight. Harry was now a regular visitor to the Slytherin Dungeons, but Draco never got used to the feeling of being able to lie next to Harry, just holding him. Draco's smirk reappeared, as he remembered the first time he had managed to convince Harry to stay the night down here. Harry had never been with anyone at all, and Draco had never been with anyone he cared enough about to particularly enjoy the experience. That night though, had been pure bliss. He lay there for a while, just breathing in that mixture of smells; fresh air, broomsticks, and some sweet scent Draco could never quite identify, that was just so Harry. He clung on tighter, still not quite believing that this would be the last night he would get to hold his boyfriend like this.

Harry was going away tomorrow, Merlin knew where. He had only told Draco that he needed to go; that the final fight against Voldemort couldn't take place unless he completed something first. Draco had asked Harry again and again what it was, had begged for Harry to tell him. He had repeated, over and over, that he wanted to help, but Harry refused every time. He had said, that Ron and Hermione going with him was bad enough. He refused to risk Draco too. Draco scowled softly, but found that he still couldn't retain any real feeling of anger towards Harry over what he was doing. He knew without a shadow of a doubt, that had the roles been reversed, he would have done everything and anything within his power to keep Harry's out of harm's way. He sat up slightly, and leaned back over the body of his sleeping boyfriend, whispering in Harry's ear.

'I love you, Harry Potter. Come back to me, please.'

He brought his finger back up to his own lips, and placed a chaste kiss upon it, before pressing his finger lightly to Harry's lips, and laying back down on the bed, tears filling his eyes. Harry hadn't even left yet, and already, Draco was longing for the day when all this was over, and he would finally have him back in his arms.

'I'll wait for you,' he promised, watching as Harry's eyes gently fluttered open, letting him know he was listening, 'For as long as it takes.'