Six gentle hands touched Draco's naked skin. Then fire started to race through his veins. For nearly a quarter of an hour, Harry whispered the binding spell in parseltongue. A dragon in shades of sky-blue, grey, and silver emerged from beneath the skin, shimmering beautifully over the surface. In Draco's favour could be said that he did not scream. His lip was bitten bloody, and his palms were weeping blood where he had dug his nails in, but no sound left him. Once the three teenagers pulled back, he broke down, sobbing in Harry's lap. The Gryffindor nodded towards Hermione to heal Draco; then, they took off.