Malfoy Manor itself seemed to be built in the middle of a scenic moor, bordering a lake and deep woods along the edges of the moors they were in. The house itself resembled a very elegant French chateau, and as the rod iron gates opened up, seemingly, of their own volition, I noticed that the pathway leading up to the house was a lovely, gray cobblestone. Snape let go of my hand immediately, and the part of me that had liked him since third year, felt a little hurt by the gesture. But I was a married woman now, and I had to kill any feelings of infatuation I might feel for my bodyguard.