It was all green, of course. Harry almost rolled his eyes at the abundance of Slytherin colors. He was lying on black sheets embroidered with silver thread — well, it was kind of pretty. Harry ran his hand over the smooth fabric and squeezed it: he covered his crotch and threw the corner of the sheet over his shoulder so as not to feel so exposed. A red bite was swelling up around his right nipple and Harry sighed: he probably should have expected something like this.