The thought of visitors while within the solemn walls of the Manor he’d grown up in, sounded disconcerting, especially with his parents out on an errand. Ordering the house elves to notify him of anyone of interest, without letting them know there were people in the house while doing it.
However, Draco could not resist the urge to answer the front door himself, the moment Topsy informed him who was there. To say it was a surprise might have been an understatement in itself. If mother was there, he was positive she’d be ecstatic. There were a few stories he recalls from his childhood, faded with time now. The fondness & love when she spoke of him was apparent, more so than the memories he couldn’t remember with as much vividness.
Draco stands there, taking in the other man, he looks at most a year older than the images he’s seen, if that, once he opens the door. Taking in the fact the man was standing there & breathing healthily. Well breath at the very least. Stepping back, he makes room for him to enter. “Mother is currently out but I’m sure she’d love to see you.” He holds out his hand, palm up, offering it with a polite warmth. “I’m Draco. Would you like tea or lunch while we wait?”
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