Systematically the both of them destroyed each painting say for the portrait of the demon, it didn’t seem to dare to speak, as they stripped the room bare of anything else but that painting. Draco touched her hand down as she held up a flame to it. "No. I think we should head out now, I’m sure that it will take a long," the demon looked out and stared at them with extreme fury. "Long, long, time to find some things more befitting a Malfoy." The way Draco smiled at it made Hermione shiver in a pleased way. Holding onto her he slipped out the portkey he had grabbed in his closet, wrapped in the handkerchief she had used to wipe off herself in fact. 