            The Malfoy library was like nothing she’d ever seen, not even at Hogwarts. Two-story windows faced west, the sky outside hazy with the oranges and reds of a cloudless setting sun. Towering shelves stretched all the way back, both on the first floor and the second, where a mezzanine hung over half the room. A cherry-wood staircase spiraled upwards before fanning out into an ornately-carved railing. While most of the sturdy wood tables and velvet cushioned chairs were scattered around the entrance, Hermione spotted gorgeous leather armchairs between some of the shelves.