She harrumphed at the idea of trusting him, but given that personalised magic usually required blood and she had once spilled quite a bit of it in this very house, she decided not to press the issue. They had reached a large stone door, which Malfoy opened with a tap of his wand and led to a staircase descending into the bowels of the Manor. Though she hadn’t been this way before, she surmised that she was being led to the dungeons. Malfoy lit several sconces with another wave of his wand, leading the way, and Hermione was surprised to find the air clean and fresh as she followed him, rather than the stale, musty odour she expected from a dungeon. 