Make the most of it? Draco was tempted to ask how in the sodding hell he was supposed to do that with Death Eaters crawling through his own home wanting to kill him for being a failure, but he bit it back and looked off in the same direction his father was.
He'd been raised to appreciate all of this - to know that this home, that his name, that their fortunes would be his. All the Malfoy honour and power. Everything that came with the length they could trace their name back. But there was a deep sort of knowing that told him that that wasn't how it happened - and that he had a chance now to be sure that it did.