They sat for a few moments more with the mess of their history acknowledged, although the silence felt more comfortable than strained. Hermione wasn't quite sure where to go from there, but thankfully Malfoy chose for her, clearing his throat as he pushed his chair back and crossed around the table to her. "I assume you missed the best part of the house on your self-guided tour yesterday, or else you would have just stayed there. May I?" He offered her his hand, and to her own surprise she took it, allowing him to help her from her seat. He led her out of the conservatory and into the gardens, tucking her hand into the crook of his arm as they walked side by side. He pointed out various interesting magical plants he used in his potion-making as they cut across to the other side of the house, where the floor-to-ceiling windows about which Hermione had often wondered covered an entire face of the Manor. Malfoy led her to a small side door which opened with a tap of his wand, and he beckoned her in with a flourish.