"NO!" Draco nearly screamed. He started to panic just thinking about it. His breathing got hard, all those pictures coming back to his mind. All the fear he felt in that moment. He wasn't in Mr. Wilson’s office anymore, but in the garden behind their house. He could smell the flowers, the food for the reception, the drinks, and Hermione. He could smell the parchment, vanilla and yasmin that made her scent so unique. And he could smell her adrenaline and fear, her eyes flinching. His wings broke through. Draco wanted to wrap her into his wings, knowing she would be safe that way, at the same time he wanted to grab her and fly up, up, up, as high and far as possible so nobody could harm her.