Hermione pushed open a door, revealing the grand Malfoy library. She stood at the doorway, unsure if she should even enter or turn back and hide in her bedroom until something new changed. It was the calling the books had to her that kept her feet planted there a moment longer, just enough to set her mind. The library had to be one of the largest rooms in the house, from what Hermione had witnessed as of that moment. Every inch of wall possible, save for a large window, a fireplace, and spaces for lighting, sat captivated by shelves upon shelves of books.  The afternoon sunlight shined strongly between the heavy curtains and for a moment, Hermione felt a sense of deja vu. She kept her mind from the memory of the dream and busied herself with the books.