If even a fraction of what the Prophet had reported on had been true, then people had been a lot more than very kind, but he didn’t feel that it was his place to argue. It was no wonder that people had wanted to make it a huge thing, the 30th birthday of the saviour of the wizarding world and all that, but it ha made Draco think more of his own life and what he had done.<br/>“I don’t doubt that,” Draco stated, unsure what else he could really say, as he turned down the corridor that would lead them to his room.<br/>It was in that exact moment that Draco realised that despite having been at the manor for almost half a year, Harry had never actually seen his room. He didn’t know how to feel about that, other than knowing that there was no way to step down from it now.<br/>They quickly reached the door that was his, a nice silver sign on the door reading<span style="font-style: italic">Draco Lucius Malfoy</span>in a neat cursive script. Draco opened the door with little hesitation.