Percy made a very undiginified yelping noise as Draco suddenly pounced on him, pushing him back onto the bed. "Get off of me!" he demanded, trying to sound haughty which was much more difficult when pinned on his back. Although pinned might not have been the right world, because it wasn't as though Draco was particularly large or anything.
He winced and turned his head away when it looked as though Draco might strike him. "This is my room," he snapped, and opened an eye and looked up at the other. Exhaling with exasperation. "This is my room," he said again, more slowly this time. "Take a look around." The rooms were the same, but Percy's was ridiculously neat, and had his few possessions. A very tidy stack of books at right angles on the table. His journal at another right angle to that, stacked on top of some sheets of parchement, for writing letters to his Mother. A few things tidly lined up on the dresser.
"You ought to get up before-" But before he could finish that sentence, the unmistakable sound of the doors locking could be heard.
"-Before the doors lock," he said and sighed again.