"Down the hall." Draco looked in that general direction with a slightly apprehensive frown he quickly concealed. Before he'd gone to the retreat he'd spent a lot of time in his room, sometimes he wouldn't come out for weeks at a time and he'd made a mess out of the place in ways he was embarrassed about. He'd instructed his house elves to clean it up, repaint the walls and replace anything that was damaged beyond repair but he hadn't had an opportunity to inspect their work yet.
He would have to trust that they'd do what he said because, well, they always did what he said. He ran his fingers over the door frame to Percy's room before taking a few steps back and leading the way to his. It was much larger than Percy's when he finally let him in, and smelled like fresh paint. Draco's bedroom was divided into two parts, one dominated by a large square bed with curtains around that looked stiff and heavy enough to give the impression of walls all their own. Next to it was a night stand and across and to the right next to a bookshelf and a small desk with a chair and a chaise was a fireplace topped with family photos. The second part to his room was a sunken sitting room with a bar against the wall. The whole western wall here were floor to ceiling windows in a wide, panoramic view.
Draco was a little relieved that everything was cleaned up the way he'd asked and because he was finally back home.