For almost as soon as Hermione entered the Palace as Mrs Hermione Potter, she felt the air of the place had changed completely for her. It was charged, tinged with an electrifying static that pummelled into Hermione's pores as soon as she crossed the threshold. It was hot and sticky, stoking an immediate fire in her belly that soon rose to a feral sort of roar. It tinged her cheeks with the bashfulness of it.