Draco was bored. Sure, a hotel room was infinitely preferable to being on the streets, especially when everything was confusing and intimidating, but that didn't stop Draco from getting bored. He had taken baths, he had thumbed through magazines, he had eaten, and, of course, he had masturbated. A lot. He was still bored. He had gone forth from The Leaky Cauldron to the rest of Diagon Alley and looked in the shops, but he was never quite comfortable out there and found himself retreating quite soon after he had ventured out.
When the knock came, Draco was flicking through a magazine and idly wondering if he could masturbate again yet.
"Who is it?" Draco asked, less suspiciously than he had the last time Harry had come calling. He assumed it would most likely be the housekeeping woman. She wasn't exactly attractive, but Draco had still considered bedding her, just for something else to do.