-A/N: I'm sorry this chapter didn't come sooner, I had some complications with my family, and sports. Anyways, here it is, enjoy and please update.-

-Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters, they are J.K. Rowling's-

Chapter 3: Family Deprived

Jumping out of the warm mass of blankets, Draco stood and faced a very disgusted-looking Ron. "What the HELL ARE YOU DOING IN HERE!" Ron yelled.

"WHY THE HELL DO YOU HAVE TO TALK SO FUCKING LOUDLY!" Draco yelled back.

"The both of you need to shut up." Harry yawned, "I'm trying to sleep." Draco smiled, He's so adorable when he's tired he thought, completely forgetting about Ron. They had accidently fallen asleep on Harry's bed, but luckily no one else noticed Draco in the dormitory.

"Harry! Why is he in here!" Ron demanded, still shouting, but much more quietly. Ron was wearing his red pajamas, which looked to be nearly five inches too short. "Why isn't he where he's supposed to be? And why's he IN YOUR BED!" his voice raised again, to a violent volume.

"I'm here, Weasel-King, because I can be." Draco said impatiently. He didn't want to deal with him this moment. "Harry, I'll go." He kissed Harry on the cheek, and walked down the stairs into a crowded Gryffindor common room. "Shit.." he said, after reaching the bottom of the staircase.

"Malfoy! Get the fuck out!"

"What the hell..?"

"Is that MALFOY!"

"Holy shit.. Malfoy's in here."

"How the hell did he get in here!"

The noise was unbelievable, everyone exploded at Draco at the same time. He was shoved and kicked to the portrait, where he exited, feeling relieved. "You're a Slytherin, aren't you?" The Fat Lady caught on.

"Yeah." Draco answered, as he kept walking.

"Why I never!" The Fat Lady scoffed.

"You did. Just last night.." Draco whispered, grinning. He walked to the dungeons, where he was greeted with nasty looks and glares.

"Malfoy.. You will see me in my office. Now." Snape said, his black robes billowing behind him as he led the way to his office. The sight that met Draco's eyes made him gasp. There were jars of odd colored liquids with what looked like pickled animals. "Sit."

Draco sat down on a wooden chair, staring at his shoes. "Now, I presume you know why you are here?" Snape asked, after a few minutes of fircely glaring at Draco.

"Yes sir." Draco said. His shoes were new converses.

"And do you know the consequences for what you have done?"

"No sir." With shiny white toes.

"You will be suspended. And Potter." Snape looked as though the muscles in his jaw were fighting an inevitable action.

There was a speck of black on his left toe. "But sir, Harr--"

"HE WAS JUST AS GUILTY AS YOU, MALFOY!" Snape yelled, getting to his feet. His reactions seemed odd to Draco, who had finally abandoned the staredown of his shoes.

"Whatever you say." Draco hissed, growing annoyed. What a fag.. Harry didn't do anything. He thought, his grey eyes meeting Snape's angry ones.

Snape looked as if he was going to strangle him. "Out! OUT!" He yelled, pointing at the door of his office.

Shrugging, Draco got to his feet and walked out of Snape's office, and proceeded to the where to two stone gargoyles. "Password?" The left gargoyle asked.

"Err.." Draco thought.

"Nope. That's not it."

"I know, I'm trying to think." Draco said, still thinking hard.

"That's not it either." The right gargoyle chimed.

Draco ignored them, wondering if they had anything better to do. "Pepper Imps? Lollipops? Licorice?" He rattled off candy after candy until the two gargoyles jumped aside, revealing a large door. Pulling it open, he reeled with silent disgust. Everything was gold, colorful, or emitting light and smoke.

"Ah, Mr. Malfoy. How nice of you to come and see me." Dumbledore said calmly, motioning to a chair in front of his desk. "Professor Snape has of course, informed me of your night out." Dumbledore was looking deeply into Draco's eyes, only Draco couldn't look away.

"Uh.. Right." Draco said awkwardly. Why does he have to look at me like that..

"Naturally, naturally." Dumbledore said, seemingly to himself. "I expect Professor Snape has had a word with you, Mr. Malfoy?" He asked gently.

"Yes, sir." Draco answered, several strands white-blond hair falling infront of his eyes.

"And I expect he has indulged you of what he would prefer your punishment to be?" said Dumbledore. His expression was light, and his tone was soft.

"Yes, Professor, he said that Ha-- Potter and I were to be suspended." Draco corrected himself in mid-sentence, not wishing for anything to be surfaced from last night.

"Of course, naturally, Professor Snape is disturbed by the events that took place last night." Dumbledore said. Before he could continue, Minerva McGonagall walked into the office.

"Excuse me, excuse me," she said hurredly, she looked as if she had run to Dumbledore's office, her hat slipping steadily off of her head, and her hair freeing itself from it's tight bun. "Mr. Malfoy, there has been an accident." She said cautiously, in a much nicer tone.

Draco froze in his seat, after turning to look at the Transfiguration professor. His stomach lurched, and his heart stopped, he had been dreading this. He felt as if he could tell her what had happened.

"Your mother and father have died." She finished. "I am sorry, Mr. Malfoy."

Water welled, and broke the emotionless dam in Draco's eyes. He bowed his head, hair covering his eyes that were now swimming in tears. Dumbledore looked at the professor, and nodded. Minerva cast Draco a concerned look, and walked out of the office, closing the door noiselessly behind her.

"Because of this incident, you will need to live with your aunt and uncle, unless you can find other people to stay with. The rest of your family already are aware of this loss, and a funeral honering the both of them will be held tomorrow night. You will be assisted to the funeral, where you may stay, and then we ask that you will come back to school." Dumbledore said, leaning forward ever-so-slightly. "We fear that you may also be in great danger."

Draco's world was crashing down behind him fast, and hard. He wished that he had never fallen in love with Harry, he wished that his family was not laced with Death Eaters. He knew how they had died, and he had feared it would come to this. If only father had done what he had asked, it wouldn't be this way. He would have died either way, but atleast he would have had his mother.

"Draco?" Came a younger voice.

Draco turned, and lifted his head to see none other than Harry Potter standing a few feet from him. Dumbledore seemed to have dissappeared momentarily. Standing, Draco walked to Harry, and hugged him tightly, Harry returning the embrace. "I'm so sorry, Draco.." He said into the Slytherin's ear.

"I-- it's alright.." Draco lied, his eyes starting to dry. "I'm fine." His emotionless tone returned, and it bled through his expression.

"Are you sure?" Harry asked, letting him go, and standing back.

"Yes." No. I'm not alright, and I never will be. But you'll never know.. you'll never know. "I'm alright, I expected this would happen sooner or later. It's just.. it had to be sooner, apparently." Draco said, dreading the funeral.

Harry eyed him suspiciously, and said quietly, "Dumbledore said that you could stay in the Gryffindor Common Room with me for a while, or you can return to Slytherin." Harry's green eyes met Draco's cold, grey ones.

"What would you prefer?" Draco asked him.

"You joining me in Gryffindor Tower." Harry answered rapidly.

"Then I'll do that." Draco said, relief warming his heart. "I'm leaving tomorrow.. I'll probably be gone for a while, though." He started, hoping that his plan would work out in the end.

"I thought you were coming back after the funeral.."

"No.. I'm going to.. sort some things out first." Draco lied. Infact, he wasn't planning on returning at all, and he knew it. He hoped Harry wouldn't miss him, and he also hoped his feelings for Harry would subside.

"Oh.. well, if that's what you need to do." Harry whispered. "Should we.. go to Gryffindor then? Or do you want to get some clothes or something..?"

Draco nodded, and walked out of Dumbledore's office, following Harry. The came to the Portrait of the Fat Lady, and walked inside. He wasn't welcomed, which he hadn't expected, and he wasn't yelled at, or attacked. An eerie feeling. They reached the dormitory, and Draco collapsed onto Harry's bed, still wearing his robes. Harry laid next to him, but left some distance between them respectfully. "Goodnight, Draco." He said. Draco didn't answer, but felt disgusted with himself. In his head echoed the voice of his father, Lucious: "You disgrace the name of Malfoy! You gay son-of-a-bitch! I hate you, you are no son of mine!" Rolling over, away from Harry, tears rolled down Draco's cheeks, and he fell into an uncomfortable sleep.

-A/N: Please Review, I hope that the deaths of Lucious and Narcissa are fitting, and I hope that they will work out. -