Only this is home now, Hermione thinks stupidly, in a daze. Not this whole horrible mansion where people are hurt and killed, and human monsters lurk around every corner, but this small suite, with Malfoy. Gradually, without her even really noticing, this place has become her home – she has been here in the mansion for over three long months. It will be Christmas in just a few weeks, Hermione realises, after some quick, rough mental calculations. Hermione will get to have Christmas with the Order – and Malfoy will get to have Christmas alone, recovering from the no doubt brutal torture Hermione's "death" will incite Voldemort to inflict on him, even if his framing of Crabbe and Goyle Sr. works.