Draco apparated away from London and back to the Tanis ruins in Egypt. He removed the cloak and folded it up neatly, placing it in his satchel. He made his way below ground and came to a stop at the barrier Granger had made. "So, you returned. And here I thought I would have to wait for the witch to die before I could be released. Odd where is the cheeky witch?" The Djinn stated from within the barrier. A moment later Hermione's voice echoed through the air. "Coming." Draco answered simply, not being chatty with the Djinn.
"You know it doesn't take intelligence to see the primal connection between you and your female associate. You humans are so instinctual. It's sickening." Draco rolled his eyes, "That's ridiculous. Granger's mind has been her most prominent attribute." The Djinn chuckled, "Most prominent you say? Are you certain? There are other primal prominent features that are certainly noteworthy. Not that I would know. I've never experience a real body for myself, yet."
Draco walked away trying to shake off the images of Granger's more prominent physical features. He entered the first room to meet her, "The Djinn is still obnoxious as ever. The sooner he is silenced the better."
"Lumos!" Hermione's wand glowed bright in the dark as she made her way down to the round chamber. "There is a way around that, you know." She said as she entered. She pointed her wand at the Djinn and whispered, "Silencio." The Djinn who was trying to say something, could move its 'lips' but no words left its 'mouth'. "There, much better. Doubtful that we'll get anything more out of you than quips and mockery." The Djinn looked at her, continuing to move its mouth despite the silence. Hermione looked to Draco. "It didn't say anything weird to you, did it? Trying to trick you or otherwise?" She asked while opening up her bag and pulled out a bottle containing a muddy brown substance. Of course, any witch or wizard would recognize it as Polyjuice potion.
Draco didn't make it a point to outright lie. He would much rather simply omit details. "It was just boasting about his intellect and degrading humans concerning their base instincts." He made a discouraged face when she pulled out a bottle of Polyjuice potion for two. "You gained a sample of Croaker's hair from the bathroom. Brilliant! That cloak is marvelous, but it does get a bit stuffy under there." He said complimenting her as he conjured two goblets and diverted the potion between them to have an even amount each. "You sure my glass got Mr. Croaker's hair? I do not fancy being Ms. Monkstanley for any length of time." He asked just to make sure as he held the nasty smelling point in his hand.
When Draco responded about what the Djinn had been talking about, both Hermion and the Djinn rolled their eyes simultaneously, for different reasons of course. The Djinn was disappointed that Draco left out 'the Good bits' as he would have called them, if he were able to speak. Hermione let Draco distribute the point and carefully placed the hairs into the goblets. "Yes, I figured it might be uncomfortable if we have to evacuate in a hurry." Hermione reasoned. "That and it might look a little silly for me to be followed by a pair of feet. We aren't as short as we used to be back in school. At one point Harry, Ron, and I were able to fit under that whilst sneaking around." She laughed nostalgically. Her face sobered quickly at the notion of Ron. "Anyway, let's get going." She frowned when he questioned her about which potion would turn him into which person. "Of course I'm certain. And I wouldn't like to be Mr. Croaker either." Hermione held up her goblet as though to toast. "So, we'll drink up, apparate to a ministry entrance, head down to the ninth floor, find the veil room, ensure the Djinn is taken care of, and get out. Sound about right?"
Draco had no doubt that the Golden Trio definitely got around, for a time unseen with Potter's cloak, getting into trouble. 'Like Potter's head sneaking into Hogsmeade on a snowy day.' Draco thought to himself. He knew he had seen Potter's head, despite the lack of proof or belief of the professors. He took the cup containing Mr. Croaker's hair and listened to the final run down of their plan. "That is correct. At least it is not the daftest of plans either of us has ever executed. Cheers!" Draco remarked and after toasting his glass with hers he chugged down the horrid potion.
Draco felt the rumbling in his stomach as his features began to change. It was fair to say that Mr. Croaker was a bit shorter and had less body mass than Draco, but his suit was sufficient to keep on. Even if it was too loose to be considered a proper fit. "Blimey. This man did not age well. How does he even stand with all these aches and pains? You feeling alright Granger?" He asked as he rolled his sleeves up so the cuff wasn't hanging over his fingers.
Hermione knocked back her potion like a pro. The usual nausea and discomforts of the transformation process soon followed. Luckily, Levina was about the same height as Hermione. However, she was experiencing a different kind of size issue. "Er, I'm alright. I'm going to have to…Could you turn around for a moment, please?" She asked sheepishly. As soon as Draco turned around, she quickly disrobed, removing the uncomfortable bra constricting her torso. She transfigured the article of clothing and her blouse to fit more properly and replaced them. "Right, much better. I'm ready now, shall we head out?" She walked over to the still silent Djinn and shoved it in her bag. The opening of her bag stretched out to fit the large sphere inside. Then the Djinn quickly disappeared into the bag; which morphed back into its original shape at Hermione's, or rather Levina's side.
Draco silently obeyed Granger's request and turned his back while she…made some adjustments to her wardrobe. He hadn't ever really thought about Granger's physical size in the chest department. Granger was smaller than Pansy Parkinson. However, Granger looked proportionally balanced. Not too big, but not too small. Both Parkinson and Ms. Monkstanley were both more top heavy and not equally balanced with other curves of their bodies. He gave a curt nod, "Let's go." He agreed and once the Djinn was in her bag he took a hold of her hand, apparating them to a phone booth in London that served as one of the many entrances into the Ministry of Magic.
Draco opened the phone booth door and shut it once they were inside. "Hopscotch." He said out loud. The booth started moving downward. Hermione giggled internally when Draco used his password for Ministry access. Never once did she ever think she would hear such a childish word escape his lips. Of course, her password wasn't much better; the first ten digits of the Fibonacci sequence. The booth opened up into the main hall of the Ministry of Magic. It didn't take long to find an elevator and begin descend into level 9 Department of Mysteries. Her stomach clenched as they made their way through the lobby towards the elevators. She felt as though all eyes were on here, like they knew that her guise was false. But the lack of interaction from anyone eased her anxiety a bit.
When the door opened his stomach fluttered with momentary tension. They had reached the Department of Mysteries. Based on the singular hallway that would lead them straight through the door that would bring them to the next challenge of this mission: 12 doors. They only knew what was behind six of them. Random choice as to where they entered. What they faced. And then get out again and hope of gaining the door they wanted on another try.
"Ladies first." Draco said, allowing Hermione to lead.