"That's what you want?" This wasn't a transformation he knew, Jackson was no animagus, nor possessed by any particular creature Draco could think of without looking up a list of symptoms. But he'd been right to pursue. He'd been right in thinking something was seriously wrong.

"This is a lot of effort to go to, just to ask me to stop poking my nose into your business," Draco said calmly, reaching up the hand that wasn't holding the wand and nudging that clawing hand away from his face. "It isn't very likely to work, either, while you have hold of a student."