Unholy
After a bit of arguing and negotiating with the Fat Lady, they finally returned to the common room.
Ron and Harry were panting, and they practically threw Malfoy onto the ground and tugged the invisibility cloak off.
The former-blond-now-blood-red-headed-monster was still unconscious, his chest falling and heaving at an easy pace, like he didn't have a single worry in his life.
Lucky that the carpets were red, otherwise the blood would've stood out more.
Ron was pacing, his large hands shaking and dripping blood, the crevices of his skin red with the drying liquid.
"Fuck," he whispered, "Umbridge's dead."
Harry looked at him, then down at Malfoy.
"He killed her."
"Malfoy killed her-"
Ron was shaking so bad, his fists clenching and unclenching repeatedly, and Harry thought he would rip out his own hair.
The pillow had long since been dropped, most likely left at the crime scene.
Then Ron lunged for Malfoy, his large hands fisting in the blonde's stained hair, pulling his head up.
"YOU KILLED HER!"
His fist collided with Malfoy's nose, his red knuckles cracking open when Malfoy had opened his jaws and bit him-
"Ron!" Harry practically threw himself on top of Malfoy's back, pressing his knee against his back (tries to not imagine his spine bending and his ribs shattering), pinning him down when Ron scrambled away, cradling his hand.
Malfoy was thrashing and squirming, blood dripped from the tips of his locks, like a dog shaking its wet fur. His jaws opening to a fearsome length, and with his razor sharp teeth Harry is reminded of a T-rex.
He's yelling something incoherent, in a completely different language that Harry guesses is Italian or French.
"Silencio!"
The noises abruptly ended, but Malfoy was still thrashing around, his mouth opening and closing like a dog trying to bite.
"What in the world is going on?!"
Ron and Harry looked up to see Hermione and Ginny rushing down the stairs, their hairs equally as ruffled and looked like that of a lion's mane.
"Malfoy's gone mad!" Ron bellowed and he scrambled towards Hermione, showing her his bit hand with pleading eyes begging for pity.
Ginny simply rolled her eyes and went to Harry, then she pointed her wand at Malfoy and with a quick whiff he stopped moving.
His glowing eyes are murderous, shining with pure malice and raw divinity; frighteningly beautiful.
Hermione, after grazing Ron with a quick healing spell, lets out an audible gasp. Her hazel eyes wide, the flames from the flames glinted in her irises and the blood reflected in her sclera.
"What happened to him?" She sounds albeit worried, and immediately kneels down to Malfoy, her deft hands hovering above him, confused by the lack of wound.
Harry swallowed nervously, and from the top of the stairs he could see the Weasley twins glance at them, and they hurriedly ushered a pair of curious first-years back up into the dorm.
No one else needed to see this.
"Draco he," he said slowly," he attacked Umbridge."
Hermione looked at him with a distressed glare.
"Attacked? Is she okay?"
Ron and Harry shared a quick glance, and it's enough of an answer.
Ginny starts pacing, biting at her already short nails. "She's dead, isn't she?"
Hermione looks dead into Malfoy's eyes, and she frowns. They're frantic, not at all human.
"This isn't Draco," she stated bluntly, "this is something else."
"Yea, a total maniac." Fred (or George, Harry can't really keep track) descends the stairs, the tip of his wand shining.
The other twin follows suit, and he casts a quick Muffliato to keep more people from waking up.
The twins move Hermione out of the way to haul the rigid boy up, and then they shoved him down on the couch after a quick cleaning spell.
Fred frowns. "So he attacked a teacher?"
"Never thought he had the balls." George finished.
Malfoy glared at them with hatred, but also like he didn't recognize them; untrusting.
Ron was desperately trying to wipe the blood off of his sweater and he looked on the verge of crying.
"He ripped her apart," he mumbled, "he's not normal. He's not human."
George hummed, watching how Malfoy's glowing eyes followed his every move.
Ginny was tapping the sole of her foot against the floor, more annoyed than anything.
"Well," she drawled, "you think he's been bit?"
Harry tilted his head, but before he could ask anything Hermione cut in.
"Bit by a werewolf? Not likely," she stated.
She pointed her wand at Draco and flicked her wrist.
"Episkey!"
Malfoy shook back into motion, and he lunged forward at her.
The twins pushed down on his shoulders and held him down, but even they struggled to hold him back.
"Since when was he this strong?"
Hermione stepped back, observing Malfoy with squinted eyes.
"Let him go," she demanded.
"What?!" The twins shouted in sync, throwing looks over their shoulder to stare at her.
Ron squealed like a rat. "Are you mental? He'll kill you, 'Mione-"
"Shut up."
Malfoy stopped moving, just gritting his teeth and digging his claws- since when had he grown claws?- into the cushion of the couch.
"Let him go."
Fred nodded and took a quick step back, and George followed suit. They both held out their wands at Malfoy.
But he didn't move.
Hermione took a step closer, then another and another.
The blonde just watched her.
Then she extended a hand towards him, to his face. The palm of her hand inches away from Malfoy's face.
He did nothing.
"Huh," she breathed.
Then his jaws extended in a span of a second, maw snapping shut like a heavy bear trap.
Hermione cried out.