Uncomfortable Truths - - (Drarry Fanfiction)

Chapter Seventy-Three - Christmas Part 3: Draco

Draco apparates with Kyle to a wooded area outside the Chateau. He doesn't have any close neighbors but he can't afford to break the Statue of Secrecy, not when he has less than a year left on his parole.

"Is this a vineyard?" Kyle smiles, "Or an orchard?"

"We have a little of both. It mostly works as a vineyard. Mother enjoys nature. It was something my father gave her little leave to do. Now that she's free of him, she surrounds herself with it. The back garden is a cornucopia of flowers, herbs, and other plants. We have greenhouses for non-native species as well as magical varieties. We grow most of the food consumed here."

"Your home is lovely." Kyle straightens his dress robes, not that there's anything that needs to be straighten only that he knows of Draco's mother, at least what his own mother said about her. He'd be lying to himself if he didn't admit to his nervousness. He's well-bred though, he knows his manners, it's just becoming accustomed to using them again. Would Draco make him leave if he doesn't conform properly to high pure blood society? Probably, he should assume he will. He should have stayed with Harry; he wouldn't give fuck all if he was himself. Well, if Mother taught him anything, it was how not to be himself.

"Are you ready." Draco smiles at him, "My mother should be expecting us. She'll have lunch waiting."

"Of course, thank you, Father." Kyle corrects his posture before looking at him.

"Are you being a prat? I can't tell sometimes." Draco frowns.

"I'm sorry, I mean I apologize, I was not being anything of the sort. Would you like me to refer to you as something else? Draco? Mr. Malfoy? Propriety dictates I should be referring to you as Father, but the situational aspects of our relationship could supersede decorum. I will acquiesce to your preference."

"Are you going to be like this all break?"

"If I must." Kyle keeps his face blank but cordial.

"Don't." Draco frowns, "Try to relax. My mother is a lovely woman."

"What should I call her?"

"Why don't we let her decide that. Are you ready?"

"Of course." Kyle nods his head slightly.

Draco sighs, why didn't he anticipate this? How does he fix this? He wishes Harry was here. He'd just bowl everyone over with his Gryffindor rashness and leave everyone at ease. It's been less than two hours, and he misses him already.

Draco opens the door, technically this is his house. He bought it, it's in his name but in reality, it's his mother's house. His mother would destroy him in all ways possible if he ever knocked on her door. If he ever treated her home than anything but his own.

He ushers Kyle inside, before gently closing the door behind him. She's not allowed house elves, as part of her house arrest. They want her without magic for the next ten years. A ridiculous amount of time, she was never even a death eater. The ministry argued that she sheltered death eaters, that she served the Dark Lord, which she did. He can't disagree. Malfoy Manor was the staging area for much of the Dark Lord's reign and she was the Mistress of the Manor. Potter's right, we need to petition the courts, if they've let his father out after serving less than a year of his life sentence they can reduce his mother's. Money really can buy anything, either that, or the ministry is just that corrupt. Most likely the latter.

"Mother." Draco calls out, "We've arrived." Draco takes his robe off, motioning for Kyle to do the same. Kyle removes the shrunken trunk from its pocket before handing his robe to Draco. He's wearing a suit similar to the one he wore when they adopted him. Draco doesn't sigh, he doesn't. All sounds stay within his head, the boys in a bad enough place without letting him know how Draco's feeling about everything. Hopefully seeing Draco in a soft jumper will set a precedent for Kyle.