"If I'm unwelcome, I'll find another flat," Hermione said.  Her voice sounded far away, and she was vaguely aware that Ron and Harry had crowded into the room behind Pansy.  They filled the tiny room.  She'd read once that old houses had small rooms because that made it easier to heat them.  Hogwarts hadn't followed that architectural plan, but the rooms had always been so drafty she'd often worn her scarf indoors.  Maybe it didn't work here either.  She certainly felt cold enough.  She was cold as ice: unfeeling, uncaring ice.  "I should do it soon, though, while I still can."