A nagging thought in the back of Hermione's mind took up root. Maybe she was paranoid and completely barmy, but she had to know. She stepped away from Draco towards the house. When he hissed at her to come back, she ignored him and kept walking. There couldn't have been more than a couple of rooms in the house. It was likely used once as a hunting lodge. She was careful to stay out of the line of sight of any of the windows and to watch her steps. One of the windows was open. She had to know.