We’re here, love, he said, raising his wand in front of an empty stretch of stone. A dead end. Or what appeared to be a dead end. Hermione raised an eyebrow, but said nothing. Draco attempted to prepare himself for what would happen once they were inside. She was too quiet, too absent-minded, too unresponsive. She didn’t even ask how they were going to get in. And didn’t even flinch when he pulled out a small blade and cut his palm open. A habit he had managed to unlearn with great difficulty. The pleasure... the rush... it was all coming back to him. He pressed his palm against the dark stone and a door appeared out of nowhere.