He had no recollection of what had occurred prior to his waking, at the foot of that great tree, but the memory of his anointing burned hot in his mind. Besides the odd Quidditch incident, and the broken nose courtesy of Hermione, Draco was more-or-less unacquainted with pain until that evening. His jaw clenched tightly at the thought of fangs sinking into his flesh, and the Dark Lord watching on with insidious delight. He knew that, from that moment forward, he would come to know pain all too well.  