Home did not feel like home, and Christmas did not feel like Christmas this year. As Draco Malfoy walked through the mansion that he had once felt so comfortable in and had thought of as sanctuary, he felt as though his every step was being watched. There was an omnipresent feel to the way that the Dark Lord had invaded their home, as if they were continually being supervised. Half of the time, Draco wanted to smash his way out of the gloomy situation in which he and his family found themselves, and the other half, he was convinced that if he just blended into the background, it would eventually get better.
There was no safety from the menace that came along with the Death Eaters' presence in the mansion. The Christmas decorations that had been a part of his childhood did nothing to bring any cheer to the house, and the Christmas tree that was in the center of the sitting room felt as out of place as a Slytherin in Dumbledore's Army.