"Oh Father, don't be a prude. I suspect that I'm not the product of the holy spirit," Draco said, feeling a lot better about this discussion. He could talk about sex all day long and not have to worry. "I would have no problems hearing about you and sex, possibly not with Mother, but you won't catch me blushing over that either. It's sex, it's fun and makes the day a lot more interesting... the nights even better."
Draco shrugged. "They spy on their spies; they kill their supporters; they destroy their husband's children by killing the mother; they attack during a ceremony attended by purebloods. I wouldn't put anything past them; maybe you should remember that as well. Living near them can be dangerous to your health." He snapped his fingers, glad to see that the house elf that appeared wasn't Fides. He couldn't afford to lose a smart house elf, who had probably followed the conversation. "The potion, Father?" he asked, not liking his father's suggestion one bit. He had no idea what kind of attack his uncle was planning, and there was no doubt that it was his uncle's idea, and he needed to protect his wife and child, and everyone connected to them. It was going to be hell.