It was lovely, if you could see past the chaos Hermione’s mind had created. His feet moved of their own accord, and Draco stepped into the corridor, noting the lack of lighting, and how bare it was. There did not appear to be any memories present in this particular area. The further Draco ventured, the colder he became. It was an icy chill, nothing like the warmth enveloping the other areas of her mind. It felt wrong, off, somehow. 