He didn't want to attend the funeral, in fact, he would have done almost anything not to attend the funeral, but he knew inside that he would have to attend the funeral.

He guessed other funerals weren't like that one. Other funerals probably didn't have a Draco Malfoy feeling awfully out of place and completely unlike himself.

Compared to the previous days - you probably won't remember anything since you were floating in and out of consciousness, something I believe you chose for yourself – when he could think of nothing but you, it was a little refreshing. He had an excuse to think of someone else. He didn't have to drown in his overwhelming thoughts anymore.

He was right in thinking he wouldn't have to drown in his own thoughts, but he never thought about drowning in the family's feelings.

It hit him like a cannon as soon as he arrived. He tried to shut down his feelings entirely, just for the duration of the funeral, while plastering the sorriest expression he could muster on his face.

He only heard the beginning of the service. The rest was punctuated with the sounds of grieving.

"Today, we acknowledge the life of Adrian Pucey, a fine, fine wizard who lived live to the fullest."