"Who are you, exactly?" the old man asked. He had white blonde hair much like Lucius Malfoy except it was messy and a bit unkempt. His clothes were like any normal wizarding robes and they were magenta. His spectacles were a bit dirty but nevertheless they looked like they were made for him. Draco's awe faltered but he composed himself quickly and replied, "I'm D…Dean Thomas and this is the Lady Penelope Clearwater. We were a travelling and got lost, as you may see. Sorry to confuse you with my grandfather." As he lied through his teeth, Hermione just nodded furiously at his side not knowing why he was doing this.

" In that case my good lad and lady, please make yourself at home. I shall see to it that you have refreshments sent to your room. I take it you are together, no?"
"Yes. We are together," Hermione said, with an unconvincing smile.
"Well then. Come along with me." Grandpa Malfoy turned to the door he suddenly spun around and gave a good-humoured chuckle, "oh of course. Relashio! Now come along."
Hermione glanced at Draco and he gave a curt nod of the head and gestured with his hand that she goes first. She raised an eyebrow but followed Grandpa Malfoy.

He led the duo through many passageways and up quite a few stairs. The portraits were still as they walked past them, Hermione noted mentally. Finally they stopped at a dark mahogany door. The older Malfoy took out a key and unlocked the door. Hermione couldn't hold back a small gasp as she looked into the room. The window had blood red curtains and the floor was a beautiful timber board. There was a dark settee with embroidered cushions in the middle of the room. The bed was huge with drapes hanging loosely from the sides. A change of clothes was laid out on it; white ivory nightdresses and nightgowns. Malfoy looked at her and thanked the older Malfoy and he shut the door. Hermione went to see the contents of the bedside table.
"We have to get out of here. NOW!" Draco's voice echoed through the chambers, "he's not a Malfoy! He's an imposter!"
"Draco how do you know!" Hermione's voice was panicked and fearful.
"No Malfoy has ever chosen to wear magenta robes! It's unsightly. We were green, black, silver or brown. NEVER MAGNETA! Oh and his hair? It's preposterous and his glasses and that SMILE AND CHUCKLE! He's not a Malfoy and probably never met anyone with any standard. What's he doing here? Where is my ancestor? We're trapped! Why is the door locked?"
"Malfoy?" Hermione's voice came from the far side of the room.
"Shut up Granger! Alohomora! Bombarda! Accio key! ALOHAMORA!" Draco was flinging charms, curses and random strings of words at the door. It simply shook and stayed absolutely still.

"Maaaalfoooooyyy?" Hermione called again her voice shaking slightly.
"What! Shit…"
The walls were closing in on them. The furniture was melting into the walls and the only thing Hermione had managed to do was stop one wall from moving, the other three were still moving slowly eating everything in their way.
"How did you stop that one?" Draco asked relatively calmly.
"I DON'T KNOW! SPELLS!" Hermione was shouting all the spells she knew at the other walls . Her hair was flying and her face was red and flushed. Draco knew better than to disturb her and copied her by shouting spells she might have missed.
"AVIS"
"Expelliarmus"
"INCENDIO!" Oops! Aguamenti."
"Ennervate"
"IMMOBULUS!"
"Impedimenta" "IMPEDIMENTA!"

The walls stopped. They slowed down to a halt and with some grinding stopped moving towards them with a poof of dust. Hermione and Draco's breathing was hard and uneven. Draco glanced at Hermione and saw that her chest was heaving and her hair was sticking to her face. Draco realised his own hair was messed up and his nose was dripping with sweat. He turned to the door. It was gone.
"No…" He realised how much the walls had closed in. They were in more of a corridor or a large wardrobe that a room. There was no more furniture except for a settee in the end of the 'room'.
"Draco. I think we are trapped." Hermione slumped onto the cushions and put her hand to her mouth.
"No shit, Sherlock…" He replied glumly before sitting on the arm of the settee.

Needless to say things were not going well…