Harry joined Draco at the foot of the bed - on a normal day, he’d have been amused by the rooms addition, but at that moment he found his sense of humour lacking, "I asked for comfortable and safe, maybe the room took it a little too far," he glanced between the two sets of pyjamas, one a soft silver, the other a deep emerald green, "Well, I’m guessing these are for me," he said tiredly, grabbing the green pair, "I don’t know about you, but I’m getting changed - I don’t want to sit about in my uniform,"