Harry swallowed hard and looked around nervously. He stepped into the room. He got his very own room? With a huge bed.. beautiful blankets and pillows... not a dingy old mattress his uncle had given him in the basement. Harry turned around to thank Draco, but the boy had disappeared from the room suspiciously fast, leaving Harry in awkward silence by himself. He took the time alone to explore the bedroom, tracing everything with his fingertips until exhaustion won him over and he climbed onto the large bed, sinking into the fluffy blankets. There he curled into a ball and finally fell asleep.