Dinner with his parents was dinner with his mother which meant the worst possible way to spend a meal that he could think of. His mother was a mess ever since Lucius had gone to jail and Draco both hated and needed to see her. By the time they'd made it through some semblance of a dinner and he'd wrestled the wine away from her and after she'd fallen asleep sobbing against his chest he was finally able to put her to bed and go home.
By the time he got home he was ready to unwind. This visit had been particularly difficult since it had been the first one in a very long time. He'd had to explain where he was without telling her where he was and she cried because she knew he was lying to her. He put his robes away and got out of his shoes, as comfortable in always in the rest of his clothes, a sweater vest and a tie, a pressed shirt, slacks and now his socks. "Weasley? I need something to drink! Where are you?"