She huffed in a breath suddenly. This was not ordinary fire, it was  fiendfyre. Uncontrollable at best, completely and utterly devastating at worst and yet Draco had full control over the fire as it twisted from his body. He reeled it back in and let a breath out through his nostrils. The air sparked and crackled, Hermione’s new feline form luxuriated in the warmth coming off him. She wanted to crawl beneath his underbelly and lay there bathing in the heat.