"Father... what are you doing here?" Draco asked in awe, still gripping his boyfriend's hand.
Lucius gave an evil glare towards his son as he saw the two holding hands. "Well, I was coming to pick you up early for break," he said. Though Draco had signed up to stay back at Hogwarts with Harry, he had "forgotten" to tell his father. Just like he "forgot" to tell him that he and Harry were going out.
"I'll... erm... be right back," Harry whispered to Draco. Draco gave him a look that said he needed him there though. Draco was usually afraid of his father, since they were so different. His father, a Death Eater, had been disappointed when Draco had no interest in becoming on himself. So Harry stayed for his boyfriend's sake.
"Well!" Lucius paused, "Is someone going to tell me what's going on?"
"What do you mean, father?"
His face went red, "What is this business with you and Potter here!"
"Are you blind? Can you not see that we're holding hands?" Draco said angrily.
"Yes, I can very well see that, boy, so what? Are you telling me you're gay?"
Draco stood to his full height, with his head up, "Yes, that is exactly what I'm saying. I am gay -- with Harry," he said proudly.
"Oh yeah?" he said, drawing back his hand, bringing it forth only to slap his only son on the face, now attracting attention from the rest of the students in the Hall. "I don't think so, Draco. If you're going to be gay, and not be able to carry on the Malfoy name, then go, be forgotten of our family. I will be sure that your things at home are sent to you as soon as possible," he said, his lip pressed.
"Homophobe," Harry muttered under his breath.
"Fine, if you're going to act like a homophobe, anyways, I'm not sure I want to live with you," Draco said, as his father's footsteps and figure were no longer seen as he whished right out of the school.
Just as Lucius left, Dumbledore made his way over to Draco and Harry, who were stunned, and annoyed with all the people who were watching. "What just happened?" he inquired.
Draco's eyes stared at the ground, "Nothing, my father just disowned me..."
"What? How can that be?"
"Because... Sir, I'm gay," he said, showing Dumbledore his and Harry's hands still locked together.
"Ah, yes, lost another one to homophobia? What a shame..." Dumbledore said, sounding apathetic. "I will see to it, then, that you will recieve your things from your household, and keep them in a safe place here until the summer," he said through his long, scraggly, silver beard.
"Thank you, Professor," Draco said, still looking at the ground.
Dumbledore walked closer, "Being gay, boys, is nothing to be ashamed of. It is simply part of being a... What do muggles say? Human beings? Yes."
Draco smiled for the first time since his father arrived, "Thanks,"
"Everybody, continue with the dance!" he said as he walked away.
Harry and Draco walked outside, though, to a bench that was almost covered in darkness, if it wasn't for the moon's light. "Oh, Harry, what am I supposed to do? I don't even know what to think... or feel..." Draco said, resting his head on Harry's shoulder.
"I don't know... I never thought your father would DISOWN you, for any reason... If he's going to be that blind and not care about what makes you happy, though, maybe it's for the best..." Harry tried to comfort Draco, as he ran his fingers the blonde, messy hair.
"Yeah... you're right... but still, what am I going to do over the summer? I mean... I'm going to be one of those lost wizards out in the middle of no where!"
Harry sighed, "I could try to get the Dursley's to let you stay... but they're some rough people. Anyways, we still have a good six months to worry about this, so try not to think about it, ok?"
"See, that's why I love you, Harry. Whatever you say, it's always the best thing. It could be the most dumb thing, but would still sound perfect. I love you," he said, as he nestled in Harry's lap, trying to stay warm in the cool of the night.
Harry wrapped his arms tightly around Draco, "I love you, too," and gave him a kiss on his forehead. They sat there under the stars, keeping each other warm, for a good portion of the night.
They walked outside, but since it was so dark, Ron suggested that they weren't out there. "Oh, Ron, you give up so easly," Hermione said, pulling out her wand, "Lumos," and a faint light came from the tip of her wand. They walked a few feet, when they saw the outlines of two bodies , and realized that that must've been Harry and Draco. They walked over to the bench where they lay, and sure enough, the two were fast asleep. "For goodness sakes," Hermione siad, nudgind Harry.
Harry awoke with a startle, "What? Who's there? Oh, hi Hermione, hi Ron," he said as he noticed it was his two best Gryffindor friends. "Draco, Honey, get up," he nudged the blonde's shoulder.
Draco rubbed is eyes a few times before finding out he was awaken by Harry. Figuring it was time to get to sleep, the four of them walked up to bed. Harry was kind enough and willing enough to sleep in Draco's dormitory tonight, since Draco was the most tired. They only walked into the Slytherin Common Room, though, to hear people snickering about how Draco's father had disowned him.
Keeping Draco from fighting back, Harry carried Draco up to the seventh floor, and carefully put him on his bed. Draco switched into pajamas, while Harry already laid down on the bed. He was almost asleep just as Draco joined him, "'Night, Love," he said with a soft kiss on Harry's gentle face.
Harry kissed him back, "Good night, to you too, Love," and the boys were asleep within minutes from the tiring night. What with Lucius telling Draco he wasn't his son anymore, and all.