Hey Guys! So I know I said that this was going to be a one shot, but after re reading the story and the incredible comments you guys gave me, I came to realize that the whole thing was super hurried, talk about suspension of disbelief lol, so I decided to make this a short story instead. There will probably be two more chapters after this one bringing it to a total of four chapter maybe five if the story asks for it. So here is chapter two it's super short sorry about that, but the next one will be longer. Also I know that there's probably several different POV in this chapter but I kind of like it like that so yeah if it bothers you let me know and I might just make it 3rd person. Again thanks for reading and I can't wait to see your thoughts on the rest of the story. Please remember to review and favorite xoxo.

The knock at the door sent Draco's glass of whiskey shattering to the ground waking him out the best dream he had had in the last two weeks. "Fucking shit, go away" he grunted out as he rubbed his eyes trying to ignore whoever the fuck broke him out of what seemed to finally be an end of the shit storm that had consumed his life.

"Draco open the damn door we need to talk"

"Damn it Ginny I'm going"

He begrudgingly walked to the door putting on clothes on his way there all while trying to clear his head of the countless glasses of whiskey he had the night before he stared across the room and counted four bottles, but he didn't seem to give it a second, as he opened the door and Ginny made her way into the room and took in the wreckage that his and Hermione's flat has turned into. He walked past her and made his way into the kitchen kicking scattered articles of clothing out the way and putting on a kettle of water for a strong cup of tea and taking out a hangover elixir out of the refrigerator. The second he swallowed the cold liquid his head cleared up and for the first time he was able to truly take in the state of the place, not that he seemed to care too much.

"Shit Draco what have you done to the place, fuck what have you done to yourself? Mate when was the last time you showered?"

"Look Ginevra if you've come to pester me on my cleaning skills and grooming habits, there's the bleeding door, I've had an absolute shit week ok, I'm tired and unless you have got some news that will put me closer to getting my bleeding wife back I really don't want to talk about it."

"And how exactly do you plan on fixing this?"

Draco raised his hands up in frustration and, running them through his hair trying to stop himself from pulling his hair, taking a deep breath and rubbing the bridge of his nose, he walked over and slumped onto the coach. Ginny closed the door behind her and made her way to the opposite coach, it bothered her to see her friend so messed up. After getting over the initial shock when Hermione told her that she and Draco were together and that it was serious she had to admit that it made sense, both of them were strong willed and annoyingly intelligent, he was good for her, he made her see the incredible person that she was. So to see Draco falling apart over a stupid bint like Parkinson made her mad as hell. What made her more upset than pug face was the fact that Hermione was daft enough to believe that he would be capable of lowering himself so much, how could she honestly believe that Draco could do such a thing?

"Look Draco I know you don't want to hear this, but have you tried talking to Jean again, I tried when I dropped off the video, but it can never hurt to try? If anyone can talk some sense into her it has got to be her mother."

Draco looked up at Ginny with a look of mock bewilderment, "Wow Ginny that sounds like a great idea why didn't I think of that, of course I've called her, but she's adamant that she doesn't want to see me, hell I tried apparating but she warded the fucking house I nearly splinched myself. How the fuck could she believe that I would do that to her Gin? To us, does she really have that little faith in me? We've been together nearly 10 fucking years and I have been as devoted to her as the moment I said by bleeding vows at this point what the hell can I do? If she's not willing to listen what can I do?

"Well first things first we start by cleaning this place because Draco I'm saying this with all the love in the world you my friend look a mess. I am not going to lie to you the situation is pure shit, but this-" she said as she extended her arm displaying the disarray that was his home, clothes thrown around the room, bottles scattered around the living room floor and a picture of his and Hermione's wedding on the ground right below where he had fallen asleep. "This is no way of coming up with a better strategy you need to get rid of the clutter here before you can rid the clutter in your mind."

He smiled weakly and patted Ginny in the shoulder, "And when did you become so profound, just a week ago I saw you cursing like a sailor screaming at the company Quidditch match."

"Well you remember how hard it was when Harry and I split up I had a lot of time to myself, some of that was self destructive, much like what you are doing now but the other part was when I realized that I had the opportunity to change myself for the better and be more than who everyone thought I was. The good thing is that what you have with Hermione is not the same you can fix this so let's fix it."