"Your bedroom, really?" Harry looked around, at the desk (was that a laptop?) and eww, a bed. Of course there had to be a bed, given that it was a bedroom, but Harry didn't really want... "Do we really have to do this in your bedroom, Malfoy? -Draco?" He shook his head. Malfoy... Draco... what did it matter?
Sighing, he took a seat in the chair (and even without the invitation, no way was he sitting anywhere else; this was not a bloody date) and turned it to face Draco. "I'll try to be very quiet while you penetrate my mind, yes." He hated this. He hated having to do this, he hated that Draco was the one doing it and he hated what it reminded him of. "Are there any instructions this time, or are you more of a come-crashing-in-and-expect-me-to-know-instinctively-how-to-push-you-back-out sort of teacher?"