"How do I look?" Draco inquired, his eyebrow raised questionably. His previously white-blond hair had been transformed into a dull, soft black, which accompanied with an overgrown mustache, and short beard, almost made him unrecognizable.
"Fine." She said, studying him closely. "I didn't want to do much, since you and I would have to look similar, if you're to act as my long-lost cousin. I wish I could do something with the eyes though...it nearly gives you away." She paused for a moment to adjust her emerald brocade jacket. "It would have been a good idea for you to wear contacts or something of the like..." she muttered to herself.
"What's that?" he asked.
"Just a Muggle alternative to glasses..." she replied. "Never mind that, I suppose I could just make your eyebrows a bit bushier...Vultus Capillus!"
Instantly, his eyebrows thickened to the point of immediate opacity, and Hermione quickly lowered Narcissa's wand to prevent them from appearing fairly burlesque. "Alright, much better." She nodded approvingly. "What is it?" she asked, noticing the traumatized expression on Draco's face.
He shook his head as if to clear away his thoughts. "Er...nothing...it's just a bit strange to have an identical copy of my mother trying to enlarge my eyebrows, in case you haven't noticed..."
Hermione smiled shrewdly. "Well, we'd better get going." She stuffed her beaded bag and wand inside of her jacket, and held out an arm to Draco. "It's better for us to Apparate a few meters from Gringotts; it would look fairly suspicious if Narcissa Malfoy simply walked out of the Shrieking Shack. Take my arm!"
"Hold on, Grang-" Draco started, but his speech was instantly cut off as the shack warped around them, and Hermione's hand became a blur in his, and he felt a sharp pull at his abdomen...and then, finally, they were there.
"Alright, remember the plan." Hermione said hurriedly. "I ask to get to my vault, you provide identification, and if anything goes wrong, perform the Imperius Curse, and get out of the vault as quickly as we can. Oh, and your name is Cepheus Black. Is there anything I'm missing?"
"You don't sound like my mother..." he pointed out. "She's a pureblood, remember, and her voice as a bit of a sharp edge to it when she's impatient." He frowned. "Believe me, I know..."
And with that, they both walked into Gringotts, Draco scowling at any passerby, as if to make up for Hermione's anticipated temper. "Watch where you're going!" he sneered at a particularly lanky teenage boy. She nudged him roughly. "Just getting into character, bugger off..." he muttered under his breath to her.
"No!" she whispered back. "Look ahead of you!"
His eyes followed her instructions abruptly, and his heart pounded faster in his chest as he caught sight of the dark, sadistic figure that is Bellatrix Lestrange.
Author's Note- Oh, snap, Bellatrix is back! I know this chapter is quite short, but I didn't want to make one really long chapter, solely for the purpose of this delightful cliffhanger. It'll be worth it though, I swear. Also...what did you think of my facial hair spell? Invented it myself. ;)