Malfoy’s father didn’t even bother to knock on the door to you and your families house, instead opting to open it and let himself, his son following behind him and looking annoyed at his fathers antics. Lucius’ cane clicked on the floor as he walked in.

L.M: “..And why exactly would you want to spend a summer here, Draco..?”

D.M: “..I was invited, it would be rude to say no-“

Draco attempted to argue, only to get cut off as your mother walked in. Seeming annoyed at their audacity to simply walk in. Draco kicked at the wheels of his suit case, not making eye contact in an attempt to separate himself from his father.

M: “and what exactly do you think you are doing? Barging into my home like you own it?! Now take off your shoes and get to the table before dinner is served- I’m not having you miss prayer since you clearly need it. Oh, hello Draco, you can sit next to…whatever their name is- there’s too many of them, too many children I swear!”

She scolded, rag in her hand as she pointed to the table where the rest of your family sat, including you. There was an empty spot next to you and then one next to your father for Lucius.

Lucius looked utterly disrespected and distraught and getting scolded by someone he viewed less than him, while Draco gripped the opening by the neck, quickly moving to sit next to you at the dinner table.