Narcissa sighed heavily. Draco clearly felt some of the same difficulties she did, and didn't know how to express them.
"Things would be a lot easier, Draco, if he hadn't ... come back," she said. "But I don't think we can change that. So we have to live with it. He can't go out in public, so he clearly has to stay a secret guest here, but ..." She pursed her lips for a moment. "Your father at twenty-six was less pragmatic than the man you remember. And he's never been very good at keeping a low profile. He ... Draco, just know that he won't be the father you remember."
She exhaled heavily again, unwilling to explain how carefree and arrogant they'd been back then. "It's probably best if you leave it to me to handle him, Draco. I will take care of this."