She pictured it like a black mass inside of her somewhere in her body. Lodged inside her ribs, a sickly film around her heart, perhaps—in her bloodstream, even, multiplying rapidly. Fear spiked within her. Draco had been right—she had attacked him so easily and viciously the previous day and had not for one second balked as she'd gutted him. Years ago it absolutely would have affected her and despite her hatred of him, she was not sure she would have actually exacted some modicum of her revenge in that particular manner.