Draco tensed instinctively at his fathers voice, then quickly tried to cover up the reaction. He knew better than anyone how quickly Lucius could exploit a weakness.
"Father." He straightened up, looking the man in the eye. "I see you did not attend. Probably wise."
He floundered for a second. He knew he'd called this meeting, but even with all night to think about it he still hadn't come up with a way to start. Hey Dad, you're a loose canon with a body count and my boyfriend Harry Potter thinks you need something to keep you out of trouble. Dammit.
"How have you been settling in?" That was inane enough, he supposed. He couldn't just jump right in, after all. There was a certain formality to these things, and if he wanted his father to listen to him at all then he needed to follow the script.