"A bed," Draco said shortly, as if it were obvious (which Harry supposed it was), but he continued more softly, "and pillows, and candles, and a private bathroom where we could shower together, and privacy, and... and petals! And a fire in the hearth, or if it’s warm, an open window to let a light breeze in," his every word drifted lower and lower, painting a perfect picture in both their minds - a picture Harry doubted they would see any time soon.