She was Hermione fucking Granger... in nothing but sheer strips of red veils. There was a hissing sound that made his whole body shudder. He closed his mouth and tried to swallow. The sound was coming from the ceiling just above her. A dark long and familiar shape was sliding down the ropes towards her. The green scales flickering under the candle lights descended painfully coiling around her right arm and slithering in circles inch by inch of her skin, wrapping at the rhythm of her cathartic dance. He was on the verge of fainting. Tunnel vision was threatening to shut him down. He needed to flight out now. Black out was not an option or else he would risk his current Wake state.