Narcissa had demolished the wall where the ornate pipe organ had stood and installed thirty-foot-high windows that overlooked the sweeping lawn. Bathed in light, the walls were papered in a light blue and white abstract pattern that reminded Hermione of sea foam. The dominating table had been banished, replaced by creamy couches and warm wooden tables that looked out of place without a steaming cup of tea. Hermione had already picked the armchair she wanted to curl up in to read a book. She could see Draco sitting beside her, staring into the carved, white fireplace as flames crackled merrily.