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Draco spoke as if that was what Harry had been thinking of, but Harry had simply been admiring the art. The foyer opened up onto the Great Hall which lead to one of four ballrooms, and three sitting rooms, a breakfast room, the large dining room, and the kitchens (though Draco didn’t show Harry since those were for the House Elves). This was all on the first floor.

On the second floor were three breakfast rooms, two more sitting rooms, two tea rooms, the red library (red because the upholstery was decked in blood red velvet), Lucius’ study (which Draco didn’t show Harry as Lucius was in there apparently) and Lucius’s personal library (another no show as that could only be entered through Lucius’ study), the large billiard room, and the small dining room. Harry didn’t bother pointing out that this “small” dining room could have fit more than three of the Dursley’s dining rooms…

The third floor was split into two wings, one of which was Lucius’ and one of which had been Narcissa’s. These held bedrooms and the like, which Draco passed over rather quickly, but Harry still had time to wonder what one person would do with two bathrooms of their own, a sitting room of their own, a bedroom of their own, and a dressing room of their own.

The fourth floor held Draco’s rooms, a guest suite, the blue library, and the smaller billiard room. Draco didn’t go near his rooms because they’d be coming back that way anyway.

The fifth floor was all guest rooms and the sixth floor was the owlery as Harry had guessed. Apparently there were other towers and such but they got cold in the winter so Draco didn’t feel like walking up to their tops. Although he did say that in the summer they were nice and cool, and one had a beautiful view of the fields, stable, the lake, and the back gardens.

Draco had asked if Harry actually wanted to see the north and south dungeons, four wine cellars, and three torture chambers, but Harry had quickly declined.

They returned to Draco’s wing and found that their trunks had been placed in Draco’s room. This wing was furnished by Lucius himself, apparently, after Draco’s birth, and Harry could see where the elder Malfoy had gotten his inspiration.

It did fit Draco, Harry mused. Lucius had concentrated on ivory, with dragons and serpents of every culture adorning the doorways of the rooms. The walls varied from dark shades of green to rich forest colors. But what really got Harry’s attention was Draco’s bed. It was a work of art, it really was: a huge king-sized bed (or maybe bigger if that was possible) with black ivory posts rising a few feet above it, though it wasn’t a canopy bed. On the top of each post was a carved head of Anubis, and these carvings wore a small snake around their necks like a necklace. Their eyes, emeralds, seemed to glitter in the light. The sheets were black silk, edged in gold.

“We’ll have to share.” Draco commented, also looking at the bed.

“It looks like there’s enough room.” Harry had to say honestly.

“Well, needless to say, this is my room.” Draco said after a moment. “Yours should be right through…” he walked over to a seemingly empty wall on the right side of his room and began to walk down it with his hand on the wall. At one place it actually went through the wall. “Right here. Come on.”

And Draco walked through the wall. Harry realized that this shouldn’t be fazing him after all he did this to get into the train station every year, but the nonchalance at which Draco just walked through the wall…oh well.

The room they entered looked somewhat like the other guest rooms at Malfoy Manor. It had a bleached wooden floor (oak maybe…Harry didn’t know floorings that well) and blue drapery on the numerous windows in the room. The bedding was also blue. The ceiling was painted to look like a cloudy sky but Draco told him that if it was snowing or raining outside the illusion spell would kick in so it would seem to be snowing or raining in the room. At Harry’s question, Draco also explained that the House Elves had just set up a portal between his room and this one so they didn’t have to walk across the entire floor to go between the two rooms.

There was a small pop behind the two boys which announced the arrival of a House Elf.

“Master Lucius sent me to tell Master Draco that the Parkinsons are hosting the Christmas party this year,” it said in a squeaky voice.

Draco didn’t look pleased at this announcement. “Thank you, you may go,” he told the elf in clipped tones.

“What party is this?” Harry asked curiously.

“Well, every year someone in—” Draco seemed to fish around for the right words, “-our circle hosts a Christmas party. It’s all show and a big waste of time really, just to see who can outdo everyone else. And it’s the Parkinsons’ turn this year.”

“Not a good thing I take it.”