They exit his room and begin the journey to wherever Narcissa is. Hermione quickly realises they’re in a castle; the walls and floor are solid stone, broken up only by rugs and tapestries, and there are suits of armour in fantastical non-human body shapes situated in plinths along their path. She can’t deny that she’s beginning to enjoy this. In Hell, Draco’s skin is finally a normal temperature, and she snuggles her head into the cosy hollow between his arm and chest as she takes in her new surroundings.