Tiny little spears of something seemed to be trying to make their way out of a good portion of her skin, it looked natural and they were sheathed in something that looked almost like wax. He didn’t touch them too much, only to look over her body. Her hands and feet were free of them at about the shin level and at about the middle of her wrist, where her hands were the nails growing quite a lot longer than his. Curving inwards and making more talons than his would ever be. Her hair was the same at least which he was grateful for. He didn’t think it was partly wise to allow her to go back to classes her changes were not exactly rapid by by how fast they were by the time he could be able to go back to his home and interrogate his ancestor; she would likely be fully changed by then. Draco grit his teeth, he would have to talk to McGonagall, allow her to see a memory, or Hermione for real, proving that she needed help. HIS help, not just the headmistresses’s or anyone else's. 