A/N: This is chapter 33, just like the fantastic Smashing Pumpkins song, 33. I finally got around to learning to play that on my guitar a few days ago. Also, I was so tired when I wrote this chapter so I'm sorry if there're lots of typos and it doesn't make any sense.

Meanwhile, in Draco's room…

Draco sat down on a chair in the corner of the room and said, "You'll see the room is the same as when you left it."

"Yes. You never were one for redecorating, were you?"

Just then an owl flew in. "Bloody hell," said Draco, "If this is another message from my crazy parents I'm going to kill myself."

Fortunately, the owl flew to Henry instead. Henry untied the letter and after sending the wide-eyed bird on its way, began to read aloud:

Dear Henry,

It is I, your mother, writing you on this foggy Saturday morning. I have no idea where you are, although I think I heard your father mention something about school, so I've entrusted this owl to find you. I'm writing to give you some rather bad news. It seems that your grandmother (on your father's side) has finally decided to…how did Cook put it? Ah yes, kick the bucket!

I wasn't sure if I should write to you or just send someone to collect you for the funeral but then I thought that you should decide for yourself whether to go or not. I'm confident that it's going to be frightfully tedious; your aunt, Lavinia, has already promised to bring a memorial photo album to the event. All in all, your grandmother was a mundane woman and will have a last farewell that befits such a person.

Best wishes,

Mother

"Well," said Henry, putting aside the letter, "I feel positively bereaved."

"I'm sorry about your grandmother," said Harry, appearing in the doorway.

"What are you doing here?" asked Draco.

"It's my room too. I can come and go as I please."

"Yes, let him in," said Henry, "After all, you two are an item."

Draco glared viciously at Henry but Henry either didn't notice or was pretending not to notice.

Harry went over to a desk and began to study.

"So," said Draco, deciding it best to ignore Harry, "Your grandmother's dead."

"So I gathered," Henry remarked.

"Will you go to the funeral?"

"I don't know…funerals are so dreary; one can only take so much of people remarking on 'terrible losses,' and how the deceased led a 'beautiful life' and 'touched so many people.' When I die I just know that all of my friends will stand around giggling about how I touched many, many people."

"I think you should go."

"Only if you accompany me."

"All right, if only to get a good look at your aunt's memorial photos."

"Well, if absurd sentimentality is your bag, you'll be in heaven at the funeral."

"But surely not everyone in your family is like that? Your mother didn't seem so."

"You must remember, we'll be with my father's side of the family. Not that my mother's is much better but…at least she's all right. When you meet my father…well, let's just say you'll wish you hadn't."

"As much as you regret meeting my father?"

"It's hard to say."

Just then Dumbledore walked in, "Draco, I've decided that for the next three weeks you have to bring Harry where ever you go."

Draco and Harry weren't at all surprised by this idiotic order and knew that arguing would be useless so they both said nothing. When Dumbledore had gone Draco turned to Harry and said, "Well, well, looks like you get to join us at the mind-numbingly boring funeral."

Henry laughed, "This is looking to be more fun by the minute."