"Do you want to do the honors of a good redecorating?" he asked her sweetly, Hermione grinned back at him. "You’ve got that fire in you." He kissed her forehead. Concentrating Hermione felt the fire and her hand transformed as she called to it, then shot it at the nearest painting. It was of a still life of some very fancy fruit and cheeses for the time the Malfoy’s arrived in Britain. The demon moved, fast as a silver streak as it hid itself in the home portrait. The still life burst into flickering colored flames hardly putting out heat as her hand shook slightly. Nerves from meeting with what remained of a true demon, Draco snapped his fingers summoning up another flame and threw it at more pictures. 