Her room is neat but cosy; the walls are painted green and there's a canopy over her bed with fairy lights strung up over it. Pushed up against the window is a desk piled high with massive textbooks, novels with creased covers, and loose sheets of lecture notes in a neat, slanted cursive. Draco sits down at a vanity cluttered with make-up and jewellery, returning to what she was doing before Harry arrived. Harry sits down on the end of her bed, watching her in the mirror. 