Hermione sat in the large library in Draco’s wing, it wasn’t as large as the one downstairs but it was linked so any book she needed would appear. She and Draco agreed it would be safer for her to remain in his wing as it was warded to only allow the pair of them entry. She didn’t feel confined, the wing was larger than her childhood home and had all the luxuries of a castle. She’d spent her time tinkering with the timing of her plan. She began revising the main parts, switching who, when and how. The books in the Manor’s vast library were riddled with ideas. It gave her great joy.