Harry pads across the carpet, inspecting the features: the settee, the armchairs, the dining table and television, the balcony with its table and chairs and lounger he’s yet to make use of. Draco cringes a bit at the bed: the sheets are rucked, and even though he meticulously spelled them clean after waking up, he can’t help the paranoia he feels as Harry glances over at the nook where he sleeps. 