Percy's eyes rolled. "Don't be daft. You were asleep in my bed once already. It's perfectly clean." There was heavy sarcasm on that word. Really though, his bed was probably the cleanest in the entire Sanctuary, given his obsession with cleanliness. "Much moreso than the floor, especially."
He walked around his room, not sure what to do. Having Draco in his room threw off his entire routine. Were he not there, he would already be in bed, reading exactly one chapter in a book (maybe two if it was particularly good) before going to sleep. "You're not fine," he observed, glancing over at him. "You're many things, but fine is not one of them."