The welcome back dinner had been delicious, prepared by some of the finest and most obedient house elves. The after dinner entertainment had been less so, watching his father move his stockpile of illegal goods from one hiding spot in the house to another. Lucius always got wind of Ministry raids well in advance. He was usually prepared with a plethora of new places to hide his dirty little secrets.
Sitting in one of his father's giant, black leather bound chairs Draco looked moderately sullen.
His father continuned his pile moving and Draco huffed. He couldn't get his attention, couldn't pay him enough to really talk to him instead of barking out orders and making him look like a poorly groomed lap dog.
He grit his teeth. His mother, Narcissa stood thin-lipped at the arch to the hallway. Her arms were folded across her slight chest and she looked as if she smelt sour milk. Home for the holidays, he thought numbly. What I wouldn't do to be back at Hogwarts.