Hermione thrilled wildly at that idea, too. Home. This was her home now. And not in some vague sense, either. This whole palace was hers or, one day, it might become hers. Harry might offer it to her as a wedding present, which was an idea that turned Hermione's powerful brain into soppy jelly as it bounced around inside her skull. She'd be able to call the beautiful gardens and rooms her own, become as familiar with them as she was Hogwarts, or her childhood house. Her home or, more precisely, her and Harry's home. That was a thought she couldn't keep still in her mind for very long.