"Hermione."  Lucius sat on the arm of the sofa next to her, taking her hand.  "I’ve told you.  You’re essentially a second mistress of this house now, not to mention mistress of your own estate."  He glanced at Yaxley, who smirked.  "When you want to have your friends come round they are welcome here.  I may not be thrilled to see Arthur Weasley, but he is important to you, and so I will... tolerate... his presence.  Do not expect us to be friends."