The girl’s words were lost on Draco as the beast took hold of his mind. This girl wished his fail snake harm. She had worked to send his Sky to her death. This bushy-haired brainiac would pay, and she would suffer, too. Perhaps he wouldn’t kill her, but not because he didn’t want to. No, he would leave her just clinging to life so that she had to live with the scars. The pain. The fear.

It was a sadistic hunger that coursed through his veins as the blonde snarled at the girl, smelling her blood on the air and letting his body shudder and shift as he continued holding her down. The wolf would not stay within him, and the boy could not handle the situation, so he gave in. The boy inside wanted to run to his fiancée, wanted to hurt whoever threatened her, but also wanted to curl up in a ball and cry. He was so scared. He was so out of control of the situation, and all he could think of were the words Granger had just said. That Skyler could already be dead, or dying. If she died… The wolf howled, fully transformed atop the Gryffindor.

His eyes were dark as a raging storm, claws digging into her chest as he pushed his full weight over her lungs, sure he would end up cracking at least a rib or two. Maybe he could puncture a lung. That would be nice and painful. Usually the cruciatus did that pretty early on, so Draco knew what torture it was to wheeze through further pain. He snarled again, snapping at her face close enough to scrape her cheek. At this point he was sure she’d be scared enough to be a blubbering mess. No one would ever believe her even if she did say Draco Malfoy attacked her as a bloody wolf. She was just a raving Mudblood. Nothing more, and really a whole lot less.

The wolf moved one paw, standing on her bushy hair so that it pulled every time she moved her head. He then snapped near her ear, forcing her to jerk. A wad of the bushy mass pulled away with bits of bloody scalp attached, and he seemed to smirk. That had to hurt. It wasn’t enough though. Not even close.

The wolf lunged at her face then, connecting and closing his jaws, literally ripping the left half of her face apart. Her flesh was in shreds, blood flowing, and the wolf’s white muzzle was stained crimson with her dirty blood. He reared up, jumping on her chest so that he heard ribs crack. Soon, he was sure, she would pass out from the combination of pain and blood loss. Of course, he’d cast a spell to slow the flow so that she’d survive to get medical treatment. Granger would be in a world of pain for a long time to come, and she deserved it.

Pleased with his work, the wolf finally let Draco take control again, shifting back to himself with enough adrenaline still pumping that he could get up off of the Gryffindor girl and cast the proper spells to leave her very alive and very in pain. He shook his head, the panic and fear starting to creep back into his mind. ”You had better hope she survives, Mublood. If she dies, I swear to Salazar I will make your life worse than hell. I’ll deliver you to the Dark Lord on a golden fucking platter.” With that, he turned on his heel and left the room, not even looking around as he fled toward the Headmaster’s office, knowing in his gut that he’d already have missed most everything important, but that he had to be there. He had to know if she was okay. He had to get to his fail snake.