The earlier trepidation Hermione had felt at returning to the place that had once caused her so much physical and mental anguish had all but dissipated. Other than having a few portraits grumble and sneer at her, she didn’t feel threatened or scared to be in the Manor halls. The doors to the drawing room were locked. Malfoy did his part to keep her distracted, stealing her away from the elves to take her to his bed. In fact, surrounded by the comforting shield that was the Blood Wards and the company of Malfoy and the elves, Hermione was starting to feel an odd sort of peace. It was a difficult feeling to place after being so alone the past few months. She did not expect to feel at home at Malfoy Manor of all places.