Draco’s leanly muscled body was stronger than it looked. Together, they stumbled down eighteen flights of stairs to the ground floor, where Hermione paused, panting heavily. How were they going to get into the gardens? The door to the grounds was several corridors away, and involved passing the great dining hall, where pools of light still spilled out from whoever was still feasting. The blueprint of the Tower she had memorised contained no other method of entering the grounds. She communicated the problem to Draco, and could sense an eyeroll despite the darkness.