Chapter 4 A drunken wreck

The world was a blurry haze. I stumbled around blindly bumping into furniture and walls. My feet brushed against empty glass bottles. The one in my hand fell and shattered. The last few dregs of the fire whiskey stained the carpet.

"THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!" I cried out.

A few seconds passed, then a loud knock on the front door broke the silence. I found my way to the door by following the sounds coming from behind it.

"It's Malfoy um...Draco Malfoy. I'm here by order to drop off some finished reports that potter must look through. Is he here?" the man spoke in his usual drawl.

"No," I whispered.

"Well could I leave them with you as you are his wife?"

"No he doesn't live here anymore."

Malfoy's expression kept changing from not caring to confused as he stood in his business like muggle suit.

"Okay," he replied slowly, "not that it's anything to do with me or that I care but are you alright?"

"Let's just say you were right about him back in school. That he's just a show-off and thinks that everyone should bow down to him," I said clearly even though I was still heavily drunk.

The man in front of me looked surprised and rather pleased. Minutes passed so eventually I invited him in. He stared around fixing his gaze on all the empty bottles that littered the floor.

"What he did must have been bad if you had to resort to this," he smirked.

This comment brought back all the memories from the day before that all the alcohol was trying to block out. Tears started to form in my eyes and a few escaped and rolled down my face. Luckily Malfoy didn't notice. I hurriedly whipped them away as he slowly turned round.

"Would you like me too clean this up?"

But before I could answer he had already flicked his wand. The bottles zoomed across the room and stopped in a neat line on the dresser. My head pounded and my body quivered. Malfoy must have sensed what was about to happen because he took a few steps closer to me and as fell I felt him catch me and sit me down on the sofa.

"Thank you." I said and I meant it. I never really liked him in school but today he had helped.

Suddenly another figure came through the door. Harry. It had turned into the worst nightmare. The enemies stared at each other.

"What in the name of Merlin are you doing in my house," Harry said through gritted teeth.

"I could ask you the same question because I was under the impression that you didn't live here anymore."

"Well I do. Now would you leave so I can talk to my wife?"

"You haven't been much of a husband." Malfoy retaliated pointing at me. "I found her a drunken wreck and you were nowhere to be found."

I wanted to stop them, it was too much. I wanted everything to stop, I had had enough. Life wasn't worth living if this was how it was supposed to turn out.

"Stop, just stop. Draco I...I mean Malfoy I need to talk to Harry and I'd rather do it sooner rather than later so could you please go.

He strutted out of the room with a truly sour expression on his face.

"What was he doing here?" Harry demanded.

"We weren't kissing and I'm not lying. But you would know all about that." This was a spiteful comment that I knew would hurt.

"Cho please I'm so sorry, it was a blip, I was drunk!"

"I don't think you where because I have been drunk all night and can't walk in a straight line. You had no problem walking and I've always been able to tell when you lie."

The moment these words were spoken out loud Harry became shifty. He scuffed his shoes on the stained red carpet and looked away. His shoulders slumped while his glasses slid to the end of his nose. Beads of sweat began to appear on his scared forehead.

"Ginny can have you. Let's hope she keeps you so no other lives are wrecked."

"No I love you please, please forgive me." he whimpered as he fell onto his hands and knees at my feet. "This can't be the end."

"Well how come it is," I pulled Harry to his feet and kissed him. It was full of passion and love. " goodbye," I whispered in his ear.

He shuffled out the door not looking back. I wanted to run after him but couldn't bring myself to do it. The pain in my chest doubled. I wanted to cry but there were no tears left. A pale hand touched mine. Looking up I saw the face of Draco Malfoy.

"I thought you had left," I said.

"Since I finished Hogwarts I have changed. And a factor that came with the new me was a little kindness and caring, although I don't use it often. So I didn't leave because I didn't want you to drink yourself into oblivion and because I wanted to see if you were okay."

"Kind and caring? You? It must be the end of the world." I laughed. It wasn't particularly a happy laugh but it felt good. Malfoy stared at me with an unreadable expression on his thin pallid face.

He left two hours later saying he needed to get back to work in the department of magical games and sports in the ministry of magic.

In autumn that year the divorce papers were approved and signed. I was no longer Mrs. Potter; I was back to Cho Chang. My life had improved. I had a job in a cafe in Diagon Alley and my own house in a quiet peaceful neighbourhood. Harry and I hadn't spoken for months, although he had tried, and Ginny had got on the wrong side of blast ended skrewt she had found on a beach. Oh life was good.