That Friday found Draco, Henry and Harry at Henry's grandmother's funeral. "Well, I can think of nineteen places I'd rather be," said Henry.
"I'm going to socialize with your relatives," said Draco. He walked off and saw a rather rotund man in his early sixties with mutton chop sideburns standing around by the table of beverages. Draco didn't particularly want to talk to the large man but he was quickly cornered.
"Hello young man, which side of the family are you on?"
"Oh, I'm not on any side. I'm just here for the snacks."
"That's disgraceful!" the man became upset and this caused him to become rather out of breath. In order to counter his breathlessness, he drank a large amount of whiskey and soda.
"Sir," said Draco, "Perhaps you shouldn't drink so much."
"I'll tell you when I've had enough!" said the soused man.
"Let's help him find a chair," said Harry.
"What are you doing here?" asked Draco.
"I'm supposed to follow you wherever you go, remember?"
"Oh yeah, but Dumbledore isn't even here."
"Yes, but he sees everything…I mean, you remember our detention and how he told Hermione everything you had done on that…busy day you had."
"Speaking of which," said Henry, walking over, "What's with you two…you know, are you, like, an item?"
"We're more like enemies with benefits," Draco clarified.
Henry was unable to answer because, at that moment, an aunt walked over. "Hello dear," she said, pinching Draco's cheek.
"Umm," said Draco, "Henry's to my left."
"Oh I'm sorry, Henry dear," she said, giving him a large kiss on the cheek, "My eyesight isn't what it used to be."
"That's quite alright, Aunt Agatha," said Henry, discreetly wiping his cheek on a nearby napkin.
"So," she said, "How is your new school?"
"Fine."
"And who are your friends?"
"Oh," Henry said and introduced the three people surrounding him.
"That's very nice dear…well, I'm off to say hello to your grandfather. I'm sure he's just heart broken, he and your grandmother were so close."
When she had gone, Henry said, "Aunt Agatha is such a liar. Grandmother and Grandfather detested each other. I bet he's glad to see her gone."
"When my grandfather died my grandmother could barely control her giggling," said Draco.
"I haven't got a real family," said Harry, ensuring a good, long awkward pause.
The pause was filled when Lucius Malfoy wandered over, "Hello, boys," he said coldly.
"Father, what are you doing here?" asked the only person who could logically call Lucius 'Father.'
"I don't know…I suppose I was a business associate of the deceased or something."
"My grandmother had business associates?" asked Henry.
"I doesn't matter. I just wanted to tell you, Draco, what a huge disappointment you are and how much I wish I could have had a better son."
"Well, I hate you, Father," said Draco.
Lucius slapped Draco and then looked around uncomfortably when he realized that he was in public. "Now you've made me embarrass myself in public!" said Lucius as he began to drag Draco off to the coatroom. "I'm just taking my son off to tell him how much I love him," Lucius explained to the concerned onlookers.
"Well…" said Henry, "This is awkward. I'm actually wishing for the time when you mentioned that you didn't have a real family."
"As am I," replied Harry, "As am I."
