Hermione had never experienced a home with this much extravagance and splendor. It was early December, but the gardens had been enchanted to withstand the barrage of winter. Vibrant florals bloomed in deep reds and whites. The emerald shade of greenery broke through the fallen snow and made her feel like she was in a greenhouse, not outdoors. Malfoy led her through a maze of shortened hedging. The bushes were sprinkled with twinkling lights that illuminated the path they walked on.