Hargrid's bulky frame towered over the students, Draco silver eyes watched the half giant wearily. He didn't want to be here or anywhere near this atrocity and whatever monster he has kept behind the paddock. Knowing the half-giant it would probably be something with a lot of teeth and 'scuttley'.
The dominant Origo sighed and glanced at the his mate, Harry was only standing a few meters away with Hermione and Ron close by his side. He didn't think however that even this lesson would turn out well, not with how everything had gone so far. Almost killing the Werewolf (no matter how much he wished to have killed him), blowing up Snape's classroom, and now being here with the possibility of being surrounded by more threats.
His mind was working on overdrive, with every sound he heard, every excited murmur from the other students, chirping birds, or rustling leaves he would twitch in agitation. Everything posed a danger from him, this was a bad idea. Being out here with a pregnant was not a good idea, he should have fought harder with Harry about taking this stupid subject. Made him understand how badly being out here, in the open, was effecting his senses.
"Al'ight then class, I've got somethin' special for yer all today!" Hargrid's voice boomed, shushing all the students. Everyone was focused at the half-giant now, hanging onto every word he said.
Draco couldn't help but tense up, although he couldn't scent or feel anything dangerous from past experiences with this nutcase he couldn't help but feel worried. And Harry was so close to front, stupid boy didn't he realise how dangerous this could be. Draco wanted to do nothing more then move towards the front and force Harry behind himself, but he restrained himself.
Acting like that would only draw even more attention.
"So ar'ya all ready?" Hargrid asked. No he wasn't ready, not even a slight bit.
Hargrid large hand came to rest on the paddock door, he unlatched the flimsy lock and slowly pried it open with a creak. Draco watched it all happen in slow motion, a clump of trepidation growing in his throat.
He did not want to know what was inside.