Draco had been keeping much to himself and the Manor since the war ended. His family name had been pardoned, but there were still slanderous things being said, and he had no desire to invite more critisim from the pleabian types. Or to associate with them any more than was necessary.
Nor had he seen many of his peers recently. People were naturally busy and dealing with family issues and personal things. Draco was content with solitude and quiet, but he did want to get out once and while. With good company, and Jake Dorny was just that. They were alike in many ways, with overbearing fathers who had very specific ideas of what their sons should be, with lovely mothers, with a love of Wizarding Chess and expensive wines and other such things.
And so they had arranged to get together for a round of chess. Draco hadn't played a proper match in some time - his father took it far too seriously (moreso even than Draco himself) and his mother always let him win. She was sly about it, and when he had been younger he had not realized, but now he did.
Draco had a bottle of very expensive red wine in hand as he Apparated to outside of the Dorny residence. He stepped up to the front door and lifted a hand, knocking smartly on the front door. Absently, he smoothed down the dark sweater that he wore as he waited for someone to answer.