 ~They apparated right in front of the Manor, Hermione's hand in Draco's and they walked towards the large metal doors. Her hand clenched around his, dark memories flooding her mind but she refused to think about the aching scar on her arm. He gave her a reassuring squeeze and let go of her hand while opening the doors for her with a flick of his wrist. Hermione had to admit that the Malfoy Manor indeed looked dark, marvelous and beautiful. Knowing what happened inside there made it look hauntingly beautiful even but not more pleasant. They walked together through the dining hall, the ball room for special events, Draco twirling her around and talking about the yearly banquets his mother used to throw there. She noticed lack of life here, old curtains covering paintings, collecting dust. No elves or other creatures could be heard working or living here, keeping this place alive and breathing. It was cold and lifeless.