Harry could tell that Draco had been given some say in the style of his wing. The living room he had walked into was more welcoming than the formal one downstairs, and Harry smiled at Draco’s Quidditch memorabilia lining the bookshelves. He moved towards a door at the back of the room, hoping it led to a bedroom and, ultimately, Draco. He knocked and, when he again received no reply, entered.