He was half tempted to tell him that no, this hadn't been his idea. If it was up to him they would never speak again, just exist in opposite corners of the castle and pretend the other didn't exist. But that put far too much ammunition in his father's hands. It gave him power, power over Draco. That wouldn't do.
"I rather thought you should answer that question, father. What I think doesn't mean much if you have your own plans. I know you, you won't be content with reaching out to muggle families once or twice a year. There aren't enough of us for you to not to contribute in any other way either. So, if you had your way, what would your place here be?"
He'd lie, of course. He wouldn't tip his hand. He must be biding his time, probably waiting till more like minded people showed up. But maybe they could still find some middle ground.