Pansy couldn't believe that he didn't notice the addition to the third floor, but then, she'd been keeping him pretty distracted on the way up, getting him to kiss her and swat her hands away. Not to mention trying to keep him from tickling her....
'They're in our closet,' she told him. 'Happy birthday!' It suddenly occurred to her that Harry might very well think he should have had a say in the move and that he might not be very happy about what she'd done.
And she'd thought she was so smart....
To distract him, she grabbed his hand. 'And look!' she exclaimed, pulling him to the new room she'd had created. 'You have a little study all your own,' she told him, throwing open the door. Inside was a nice rolltop desk that locked, a couple of sets of barrister bookshelves where he could lock up books they didn't want Polly getting into, a large table for spreading out whatever might need an extensive flat space, and a comfortable leather chair and ottoman.