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Second chapter, and I have to admit, I don't like how Harry acts the beginning of it. Thank you, Zana, for reviewing, I'm glad you like the beginning. Everyone: Please review, I would like to know what you are thinking of my story. It makes me happy. Everytime I get online, I check my email to see if people reviewed. If they did, it makes my day Anyway, enjoy
As the months went on, Harry didn't give up his firewhiskey. He grew more and more dependant on it to kill the pain of losing Ginny. James, Albus, and Lily decided they would live with Ron and Hermione to get away from Harry's drunken rages. Hermione found out she was pregnant shortly after Harry's kids moved in. Ron and Hermione stopped visiting Harry because they didn't want the baby to get hurt. One day about a year after Ginny's death, as Harry was out at The Three Broomsticks by himself, a man sat at his table.
"Hello," a familiar voice said.
Harry started and looked up at Draco Malfoy."Malfoy? Is that you?" Harry slurred.
"Yes. You look awful," Draco said.
"I feel awful. My Ginny is dead, my kids left me, and Ron and Hermione won't talk to me," Harry said miserably.
"Well," Draco said thoughtfully, taking the drink from Harry's hand, "it may be as a result of drinking so much."
Harry let his drink go with a sigh. "You are right," he said. "Why do you care?" Harry asked suspiciously.
Draco shrugged, his pale face turning pink. "My wife left me and took Scorpius with her. I haven't seen them in about a year. I've been sober for six months now."
"Wow," Harry said. "That's amazing. How?"
"I don't know. My advice for you would be to find something to live for. What kept you going before you started dating Ginny?"
"Defeating Voldemort," Harry said instantly.
"What do you have to live for now?" Draco asked.
"Nothing."
"That's what I thought," Draco informed Harry. "But I started working even harder than before my wife left me, and now I am trying to give my family a new reputation."
Harry nodded, thinking. "I still have nothing to live for," he said glumly. "My kids want nothing more to do with me, all of the Death Eaters are in Azkaban or are dead…" Harry trailed off, shaking his head.
"I could give you something to live for," Draco said quietly, looking down.
Harry's face turned red. "What do you mean?" Draco hesitated, then leaned across the table, pulling Harry's mouth to his. "This is what I mean," Draco said against Harry's lips.
Harry surrendered to the kiss for a moment then pulled away slightly. "This is new," he said breathlessly.
"Not really," Draco mumbled.
"How long?" Harry asked.
"Since third year," Draco told him.
"Then why did you act like you hated me?"
"It was the only way I knew how to deal with it," Draco said. "Are you still an Auror?" Draco asked, running his hand through Harry's hair.
"Mhm," Harry said, smiling slightly.
"So am I. We can request to work together," Draco suggested.
"Okay," Harry said.
"I need to go home for a little bit. You should go to Ron and Hermione's. You need to apologize to everyone. Here's some money, go buy them Christmas presents," Draco told Harry, pressing a bag of galleons into his hand. "Don't worry about paying me back, I have plenty," Draco smiled wryly.