Harry's expression brightened at the question. He was sure Malfoy had only asked to drive conversation, but it managed to strike a core that inevitably brought a smile to his lips.<br/>"Perfect," he said, wearing a pure blissful smile at the recollection. Though his years at Hogwarts had entailed some of the worst trauma of his life, nothing would ever compare to the sense of security the Gryffindor canopy beds had given him. "The best room I've ever had."<br/>Much of that was symbolical rather than practical. It was his first ever room and his first taste of real, unconditional friendship. The sound of the wind and rain against the tower roof had been previously unknown to him, packed away bellow the stairs at Privet Drive. He had often considered reclaiming the attic at Grimmauld for a bedroom, if only to move closer to those specific sounds. "I wish I hadn't missed out sleeping on the top floor."<br/>Not wanting to linger on things that couldn't be explained without starkly changing the tone of the conversation, Harry eventually shifted, brushing a curl behind his ear before relaxing his cheek back into his hand.<br/>"The Burrow was lovely, too," he recalled, but those memories had been washed over with a broad sense of regret. Harry had stayed in Ginny's bedroom, remembering her laugh that what was hers was his.<br/>His smile had paled, though it did remain, barely visible at the corners of hu<br/>Is mouth. The Burrow no longer stood the test of time, no longer as much home as Hogwarts continued to be. "I lived with the Weasleys the first year after the war, while I was in training and Ginny finished her 7th year."