Malfoy Manor was a beautiful home. Hermione half-expected it to be a cold place, but found it to be a chilling, unfriendly home despite it being filled with fine furnishings, family portraits, walls of trophies, and vases of flowers. Hermione’s room had been kept in the farthest corners of the second floor. She followed Narcissa down the hallways, until they finally came upon a grand staircase that circled down partially to the first floor where she caught a strong scent of food. Her shaky hands held on the stair railing for dear life, afraid that her frailness would cause her to fall down the stairs. She reminded herself she had to just keep her strength long enough to get her to the food.