"Can you tell me what it is? Or will that get you mad too? she asked.
"Abigail Lynn Malfoy." he answered, calmer than before.
"I think that's a pretty name," she said, also calmer.
"We...well I call her Abby."Draco said as they turned the corner. Hermione saw an odd painting. There were candles in little recesses in the wall every few feet. They didn't give off much light and the dark hallway was starting to really freak her out. She swore something jumped in front of her. She gasped and, without knowing it, grabbed Draco's hand, digging her sharp nails into his hand.
"What has gotten into you lately?" he asked her.
"N-nothing." she answered," Just a little jumpy lately" To Hermione's surprise, he smiled at her and they stopped in front of a massive oak door.
"This is where you'll stay. My room is down the hallway. Take a left by the statue of the serpent, and you'll see a painting of a black steed. Pet its head and the door will open. I'm usually there if you need me. By the way--you can let go of my hand now." he announced, all in one breath.
"Thank you..." she started but she already heard his footsteps fading away.
Hermione had to let out a soft gasp when she saw the room she was accomodated with. Rich, red wooden bookcases lined the walls. The bookcases were lined with weathered books that she had the powerful urge to read. There was also a stone fireplace, balcony that looked over the gardens, a door which she assumes was to the bathroom, and a canopy bed that took her breath away.
She ran her hand along the dusty bindings of the books for a second and realized how sleepy she was. Hermione slipped her shoes off and under the thick red down comforter.