The grass seemed to have magical influence on it, causing it to feel softer than any she had ever set bare feet on. She went out to those trees most days, though she did try to vary her positioning. She spent some time in a gazebo near the late matriarch’s rose garden... RIP. She also insisted on seeing Bibbles’s quarters and sometimes read in there. However, that would inevitably turn unpleasant, because most of the other house elves who came in and our of that area would mumble things under their breath about the mudblood’s influence on Lucius, and then immediately punish themselves for speaking ill of a future family member. Even though they were free, their magic still acted upon them. It was disturbing, and even more so because Hermione realized with futile shock, that there was literally nothing she could do about the ancient magic that governed these beings.