She knew that Draco was already aware of her presence on the grounds, but the Manor greeted her with silence. Hermione stood in the middle of a hall. Empty, except for the grand staircase, countless statues, a small table with a vase on it, and a mirror on the wall. Hermione caught a glimpse of her reflection in it. Her hair was a mess, just as bad as the torn muddy dress and bare feet that were dirty from running outside. She fished out a dry leaf from her hair and placed it on the table.