"It’s not that my mother doesn’t trust you, of course," Draco said airily as they stumbled their way along the passage, which had shut itself behind them. Hermione tried not to think about the two of them never finding the exit and suffocating here, in pitch darkness, where tiny bones crunched under their feet and the walls were so narrow that they brushed her shoulders on either side. It turned out that Draco was a good distraction.