Even though she knew it was bound to be cold down in the basement, Hermione didn't bother covering up her thin nightgown with a dressing gown. The desire to uncover the truth was too strong. Her memory of that day was vivid. She could recall every single detail down to the feel of his hands on her back. Only her curiosity made her follow him down to the lowest level of their home. What could he possibly have to show her that she didn't already know?