I Know You Won't

A/N: This is both based on a beautiful song by Carrie Underwood of the same title and a personal experience of mine. It's short, I know, but I think that adds to the emotion of it all. You tell me what you think.

He strolled into the apartment that no one knew he had. Everyone knew he lived with Harry, but when he was ready for a quick shag, he always brought his men back here.

A fluttering piece of paper tacked to the fridge grabbed his attention. Nobody knew where this place was, he'd made sure of it. The familiar handwriting on the paper stole his breath, and he walked over to the couch to read his letter in peace.

Draco,

I'm paranoid. I have to be. I know you don't mean to be mean to me. It's impossible. When you want to, you make me feel like we belong together. I know we belong together! We have to! I love you, Draco. Why can't you understand that?

Tell me, what do I mean to you? Have you finally managed to reduce Harry Potter, Savior-of-the-Wizarding-World-and-Hero-Extraordinaire, to a back up plan? Is that all I am to you? A quick lay when your other men can't be bothered? A maid to cook for you and to clean for you, but not good enough to be loved by you?

I can't do this anymore. I've tried over and over and nothing's changed. I know you're probably laughing at me. You do everytime I say that. I say I'm gone and then you smile at me and everything I just said flies out of my head. Looks like I'm stuck. Stuck buying into those silver grey eyes. Stuck buying into your lies.

You say you'll call, but I know you.

You say you're coming home, but I know you.

You say you'll call, but I know you won't.

Where are you, my love? I know where you should be. You should be next to me, close to me, holding me, loving me.

Did you remember today was our anniversary? I went all out for you today. It's been a whole year, baby! I made grilled steak and garlic mashed potatoes for you. It's your favorite, I always remember the things you like. And in the bedroom, candles around a bed covered with rose petals. All for you, my love. You deserve only the best.

So where are you? Those candles are burning out now, and there's still no sound other than the sound of tears hitting the table. No sound of your footsteps on the stairs. No sound of your beautiful voice anywhere.

You said you'd call, but I know you.

You said you'd be coming home, but I know you.

You said you'd call, but I knew you wouldn't.

But I still love you. I hate how much I love you, but I still do. Come home to me, Draco.

Please.

Harry

He sighed. "I'm sorry, Harry. I can't." He tore the letter in half and threw the pieces on the floor.

A few miles away, a black haired young man's body was found by his neighbors. He was lying in a pool of his own blood, originating at his wrists. In his hands was a note with two lines.

It's ok, my love.

You promised to come, but I know you won't.

Fin.