"Memories flickered up, fresh and bloody. He could feel the cold wet stone beneath him, hear Greyback’s grunts of pain as he changed. He could feel the body on top of him, bones shifting position, muscles stretching and reshaping, skin feeling like liquid as it flowed over its new shape. He could smell the stench of blood and decay, feel the drool drip onto his neck. He could feel the fangs against his skin, the fur, thick and bristly -"

Oh, thank you for that. *dies* God the Fenrir/Draco in this fic is just ridiculously gorgeous.

Argh! I'm almost at the last-for-the-time chapter! *pouts* I will leave it for tomorrow as a special treat.