The drama of it all exhausted Draco. He had no idea what the fucking folder contained, nor why his father had invited Harry for lunch, when he so clearly wasn’t going to be joining them himself. It made Draco feel uncomfortable, not just for himself, but mostly for Harry.<br/>His discomfort did not disappear when his father started reading out loud, instead it turned into downright nausea. He couldn’t, or he definitely could actually, believe that his father would share such intimate details about a stranger’s life to his wife and his son, without having asked the person first. At least, Draco assumed that Lucius had not asked Harry before reading all of that out loud; and judging by Harry’s facial expression, he was definitely right.<br/>It was, however, not the time to speak out against his father, no matter how much he wanted to punch him in the face.  Instead, Draco attempting to make eye contact with Harry, wanting to communicate to him that this wasn’t something his father had let him in on before and that it made him uncomfortable too. He wasn’t really sure how to convey that, but he hoped that at least some of it came across.