Harry plunged into depths Hermione never knew she had. But it was like he belonged there, was built purely to find these new spots on her, born only to bring these new desires to her surface. The air in the bedroom was ridiculously dry and dense and Hermione needed something fresher. She could only imagine what the rest of the Palace must be like. Then, she got a slight clue, as she glanced over Harry's shoulder at the melted window, which was now little more than an amorphous blob of gooey glass oozing down the side of the house.