A/N: Harry's dead, Draco's alone, but how does his father feel about the news? Here it is. Thanks to Phoenix, eMJay, and iphreeta for reviewing. You feed my starving author's soul! This is a short one, but eh. I know I skipped a lyric, but eh… this fits better. Anyway, here it is; enjoy!

Side note: I had to upload the whole thing again because the site started to freak (as usual) but I haven't changed a thing of the story so dun worry. On you go now.

Chapter 5

The Daily Prophet had a field day. All of the wizarding newspapers did. They read mostly, for example, like the Daily Prophet did: " DEATH OF HARRY POTTER REVEALS POTTER AND MALFOY ROMANCE."

Needless to say, Lucius Malfoy was not pleased.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" he snarled at his son. The boy stared down at his hands, eyes appearing almost bruised from crying. "Sleeping with a man? Harry Potter, no less? I thought you were dating women. You little bastard, you've ruined my reputation, my only son a bleeding-heart and a--"

"Lucius," Narcissa snapped. "No need to go overboard." She patted her son on the shoulder. "Why did you do this?" Her voice was fractionally less harsh.

"I loved him." Draco's voice was hoarse from screaming and sobs tearing at his throat.

"You didn't love him, a Malfoy cannot love a Potter." Lucius turned on Narcissa violently. "He's sleeping with anything that moves, I swear to God. You're going to pay dearly for this, Draco Malfoy, you cannot live in this house any longer, you are written out of my will, just because you couldn't keep from sleeping with Harry bloody Potter!"

"Fine." Draco's voice sounded almost disembodied, as if it was really coming from someplace far away, as if not only Harry's soul had fled.

"What did you say?" Lucius said, but Narcissa grabbed his shoulder.

"Quiet, Lucius, honestly." She rolled her eyes, then she turned to Draco. "Do you understand what you've done? You've ruined your father's reputation. He'll be known as the man who can't control his own child, not even considering the fact that you're--" she bristled at the thought of the word she'd have to say next.

"Gay," Draco finished with supreme calm with bitterness lingering behind. "I'm gay. Are we done with that now?"

"Well--" Narcissa's nose twitched at the thought. Her son, gay. It couldn't be possible. Unfortunately, it was. "I don't know if we're to cast you out of the house as your father says--that may lead to worse rumor--perhaps we could pretend we knew all along and we're proud of him?" Her nose twitched again(the very thought!). She glanced over at Lucius.

"Are you joking, Narcissa?" He looked at his wife in disgust. "We'd be the laughingstock of wizardkind. No, the only way is to send him off into the streets and disown him. Do you understand what he's done, Narcissa? He's ruined me!"

"Of course I understand, you bloody idiot," Narcissa snapped. Draco rolled his eyes. This was how it begun. Life was normal; his father was calling Draco "him" again. Not even "you." It was a bad sign.

As his parents bickered back and forth, they didn't notice Draco going into his room and packing the suitcase. They didn't even notice him leave until they heard the sound of the door closing.

"He's left, Lucius," Narcissa said, pale face pink in irritation.

Lucius glared at his wife. "Finally I'm rid of that brat. Good riddance."

"He's your son."

"Not anymore."