Harry waited patiently while Draco paced back and forth in front of Barnabas the Barney, his eyes shut, and his brow furrowed in concentration. Harry’s eyes followed his progress back and forth, but he was doing more than simply watching - he was looking. Looking, and wondering what was going through his head at that moment. What was it that Draco asked the Room for when he brought   their   room into existence - what was it he thought of that prompted that gramophone in the corner of his study to play his wife’s music? Was it because he wanted to be reminded of her? Because he missed her? Because he was clinging on and not ready to let go? He supposed he could have asked the same questions of himself - every time they’d entered the room, Hector had been sat on the dining room table waiting for him.