For Harry had been quite right ... the library instantly became Hermione’s new favourite room. Rows and rows of dark oak bookcases tottered to the ceiling, groaning under the weight of thousands of tomes. Hermione didn’t like to guess how much it had cost Harry to accrue all of this for her, for she knew undoubtedly that it was for her that he had done it. Books had always been her thing, and Harry would have known how delighted Hermione would be to have so many.