"I have to. Or he’ll kill me," Draco said dreamily, eyes hollow horrors. As Hermione watched they blurred black and too big, and the world warped around her. His fingers grew to claws and then back again, his mouth flickered from tightly pressed together lips into a sneering snarl, filled with teeth filed to points. And yet the flickering monster was still him, still Draco, and Hermione was cold with the horror of it.