Disclaimer: As usual, I own nothing in this except for the plot. The characters belong to JKR and the song, "Whiskey Lullaby" belongs to Brad Paisley...
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He put that bottle to his head and pulled the trigger
And finally drank away her memory
Life is short but this time it was bigger
Than the strength he had to get up off his knees
We found him with his face down in the pillow
With a note that said I'll love her till I die
And when we buried him beneath the willow
The angels sang a whiskey lullaby
"Whiskey Lullaby" by B. Paisley & A. Krause

She woke up with a start. It has been two yearssince he had taken his own life in a way she never though he would. A Muggle way. He could have done it any other way but suicide. She had lost the man that she had love. She loved him. Past tense. She left him because she didn't love him anymore. She didn't want to hurt him, but she left anyway. Wouldn't it hurt more if she stayed? She would never know now. He's gone forever. He's never going to come back. She had basically killed him herself.

She lied to him that night, that she would never leave him. But she did. She left the next morning when he went to work. Planning on never returning. She left her wedding band on the kitchen table; with no note. She knew he will know that she didn't love him anymore. She only hoped that he would understand that it wasn't his fault. It was her's; she just didn't love him anymore.

She lost that feeling a long time ago; when Harry was killed in the War. Even with Voldemort gone, she knew she would never be the same. She had lost a friend; she had lost her family; she had lost everything that had meaning to her. The Weasley's are gone. Molly and Arthur lost thier lives in the War. Bill was in Egypt, Charlie was in Romania, Ginny moved in with Seamus after they were engaged. Fred and George moved to America, Percy, well, no one knew where he was. He disappered after his mom and dad died. Ron was in Azkaban, his anger finally got the best of him. But talking about any of them would break her down; the wall she built around her heart and soul would fall if she even thought about them.

She loved him before the War, yes. She was the one that asked him if he had wanted to go to Hogsmead during their seventh year. She shocked with the jesture, but she was just as shocked when he had said yes. Two months after they graduated from Hogwarts, he had asked her to marry him, and she said yes.
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They found a note inside the book beside his bed. They didn't find until he was gone for two months. No one ever touched his stuff, but when his mother finally cleaned, she found it. Narcissa contacted her when she found the note. It was addressed to her. Narcissa never opened it.

When she got it, she carefully opened it. She read it carefully, making sure she understood it. The note said that it wasn't her fault that she left; that she didnt' love him anymore; that he took his life, but his. He knew why she left; he had read her like a book. He knew she wasn't in love with him anymore, and he blamed himself for that.

In the note he had said that he had turned her away from him. That he never showed her that how much actually loved her. It told how he was afraid of hurting her, that he would kill himself for her...he loved her that much.

He killed himself for love. He killed himself for her. He mixed pain killers with alcohol, the stupidest thing. They buried him in a public cemetary...that's way he wanted it.

Ginny told her that everyone was talking about Draco's death. How it became a shock. Even if he was a heartless git, who only had a heart for the one he loved, no one knew he would actually kill himself for love. No one believed it. Draco Malfoy actually loved someone? That was a laugh and a half for his former classmates. Even Crabbe and Goyle laughed at the fact he killed himself because of a girl. After all he was the "Slytherin Sex- God" and never fell in love with anyone.

For years she had tried to remain sober in public, but when she went back to her home, she always pulled out that bottle. Everynight she would drink from it, drowning out the feelings that were fighting their way to the surface. The whiskey would knock her out later. She would wake up early in the morning with a headache along with the same pain in her chest...the pain of a heart break. No matter how much she drank, his face will always be in her mind.

They found her the next morning. She just simply pulled the trigger and laid face down in the pillow. She left no note, but they knew the intensions. She had lost everyone that she had cared about. No one knew how she made it this far in life. But after he had died, things went all down hill. They buried her right next to him. They finally got a stone for the two, who were still destined to be together.