It becomes mind-numbing and soul-crushing, and yet somehow Hermione manages to adjust within the first week - to become resigned to it. It is amazing what people can become accustomed to, she thinks from the pretended safety of her armchair. Although, what exactly "accustomed" means is debateable, Hermione supposes. She is coping though, in a fashion; captivity is becoming her new normal. And it is becoming that far quicker than she is comfortable with, if she is honest. It scares her, how easily she has surrendered to this; but then what other choice does she have except to get herself killed, and at this point that would help no one. Not that she expected Malfoy would even let her. So she just...survives, and the days tick by, excruciatingly slow.