Ron started backing up slowly, pulling Draco with him to the water's edge. He threw him down and then shot a binding spell at him once he was fully transformed. The only thing he could move was his mouth, which, he assumed, was so that he could scream, because what he saw next told him he would be doing a lot of that in the next few minutes. Ron was holding a fish scaler in his hand and finally Draco understood at least part of his plan. He turned terrified eyes to Harry and saw the confusion, fear and worry in his mates gaze and he wished he could tell him to turn away, but he couldn't speak any words, and anyway, pansy had his face in a firm grip, forcing him to look at Draco and Ron. Dracos blood ran cold as he tried to move. He tried to sing, to call the mermaids in the lake, or better yet the giant squid, but nothing would come out. He began to shake when Ronald knelt down next to him and placed the blade at the bottom of his tale, by the fin. He pushed down and forced it up, scraping Dracos beautiful scales right off of his body, forcing a horrible gut wrenching scream from Draco's lips.....