Draco did look around the room and as the realization began to sink in that Percy was right, that this wasn't his room, his panic began to rise. Panic, anxiety, and humiliation. How could he have made that mistake? How could he have wandered into someone else's room and curled up in their bed! A flush crept up from the neck of his shirt as he hopped off of said piece of furniture, glaring at it as if it had bit him. He was so distracted with his faux pas that he didn't hear the second half of Percy's warning until it really was too late. He might have made a mad dash for the door if he had.
"What?" He asked, and this time he just sounded panicked. In his socked feet he rushed to the door and pulled on it, expecting it to open since he'd pulled as hard as he could but it wouldn't. "Hey-wait...wait!" He pounded on the door but it didn't budge, not even a bit. The blond recanted a few steps staring at it. "This isn't possible!" He wanted to curl up and die!