Malfoy Child

New Arrangements

"Harry, where are we?" Draco asked, shoving Harry awake.

Harry blinked blearily, automatically reaching for his glasses until he realized that he was already seeing things clearly. These new long-wearing contacts might be even better than he'd first thought. He blinked again and things were still in focus. He gave Draco a sudden grin, which startled the small boy.

Harry frowned. "Draco, what's the matter?" he asked, sitting up and taking a closer look at him.

"I don't know where I am," Draco said fearfully.

"Oh, angel, it's all right. Severus brought us here last night. This is one of the rooms in his chambers, I guess," Harry said. "Remember we were going to move down to the dungeons with him?"

Draco relaxed and nodded. "I just forgot," he said quietly.

"It's okay," Harry said easily, relieved that Draco was so easily reassured.

Both of them looked around the room curiously. It was actually a large room, probably as big as the dorm Harry was used to, but this room only had the one bed. He wondered if Dumbledore had enlarged one of Snape's rooms—or if this room had even existed the day before.

The bed which they were currently still sitting in was at the far end of the room. Two pairs of wardrobes were stationed on either side of the bed. Harry rolled his eyes, realizing that the pair on the left had all of Draco's dragons on top. The house elves had moved literally all of their things, including all of Draco's sixteen-year-old clothes.

Draco's extra trunks, full of whatever, were in the corner, while Harry's single trunk was in the corner on the other side of the bed. There was a fireplace at the opposite end of the room with a grouping of furniture arranged in front of it.

There were a couple of desks off to one side, one child-sized for Draco to use and one for Harry to work on his assignments. A pair of bookshelves flanked the desks. The shelf next to Harry's desk had his school books and all the books that had been in his trunks, along with materials like extra parchment, ink and quills. On Draco's side, already unpacked, were all the books and art supplies they'd bought the day before.

Centrally located was a large play area, tailor-made for Draco. Low shelves along the wall held his toys. A small table in front of the shelves was easily large enough for Draco to do puzzles, blocks or whatever he really wanted.

There were two doorways leading from the room. One Harry assumed led to a bathroom and one to Snape's sitting room. He vaguely remembered walking through it to get to their room the night before. For now, it was time to check to see if the other door actually led to a bathroom or not.

It was indeed a bathroom and Harry quickly decided that he wouldn't have to try to find the time to take Draco to the Prefects' bathroom anymore. They had access to their own personal bathroom that rivalled that of the Prefects' room, with a huge bathtub/swimming pool. Although, Harry appreciated that the room had a shower as well.

As they got ready for the day, he decided he was happier than he'd thought he'd be, moving down to the dungeons. With rooms like this, he could handle the fact that he was technically living with Snape.

Once dressed, they went in search of Snape and breakfast, finding both waiting for them as they left their room. Snape's rooms had a small, open kitchen off the sitting room with a small dining table. Snape was seated at the table, sipping tea and reading the Daily Prophet. Breakfast dishes were laid out, obviously waiting for Harry and Draco.

Suddenly, Harry was uncomfortable again. He felt distinctly out of place in Snape's personal chambers. Draco was clearly comfortable, though, and scrambled up onto one of the chairs and was cheerily greeting his godfather.