            Hermione flushed, remembering they were in quite a similar situation right now. Lucius’s bed was soft, the downy comforter just begging to be laid back upon—Stop that! she snapped at herself. Hermione attempted to will the color away from her cheeks and set her eyes on the cold marble fireplace across from the bed. "Yes, well, like I said, that part is taken care of. It’s the rest I don’t know how to deal with. Between interpreting the prophecy, and preparing for the ritual, and actually performing the ritual..." She trailed off into a frustrated sigh.