Malfoy Manor was the kind of house which most girls dreamed of living in. Hermione had once overheard Pansy Parkinson brag that it was the most magnificent estate in all of Britain, and while she wasn’t entirely sure if that claim was completely accurate, not having seen too many estates in her life, she could understand why she would brag. It was a veritable palace, by all definitions of the word, not only on the outside, but on the inside too. Hermione caught herself staring on more than one occasion as she followed Mrs. Malfoy down one of two, long adjoining corridors. It was hard not to stare, especially with a bunch of eyes staring back at her.