There in his place, towering over her was a huge white Dragon with steel grey eyes and gold tipped claws. His underbelly was almost black but the scales on his back were a pale ice white. The two claws at the tip of each wing looked as though they were real gold, moulded and sculpted to make sharp points. Large spikes lay down his spine like a blade, ending at the fork in his long tail that whipped through the air menacingly. He was magnificent. She purred again and tipped her head up to meet him. He lowered his long graceful neck and touched the tip of his nose to the space between her ears. His breath was full of heat, she could smell the beginnings of a flame as he pulled away and tilted his neck up to the sky, opening his large jaw. Sharp jagged rows of teeth littered the inside of his mouth like a great white shark. Rows upon rows of perfect shredding machines. She heard the intake of air and the slight pause as Draco focused on what he was trying to do. Then from his throat snaked a long rope of fire that twisted up into the air and moved around like it was sentient. The fire searched for something to burn, for a target of sorts but Draco didn't direct it anywhere and so it remained, attached to him like a long tongue.