Draco hadn't realised he had spread his wings. They were beautiful. They emerged on top of his shoulders and went all the way down to his feet if he folded them behind his back. The feathers shone like silk, and were soft as velvet. They were black as the night and in direct sunlight they had a dark-blue shimmer. When spread, they were over three metres wide... 1.70m attached to each side of him. It was a very majestic sight. Hermione once told him he looked like a fallen angel. She loved to run her hands over the feathers and sometimes she even fell asleep in his wings. When she still had nightmares, his wings calmed her down, making her feel safe and protected when she was wrapped in them.