"No. It wasn't," Draco said raspingly, sounding clearer-headed than he had all day, crisp Malfoy sharpness in his tone. He pulled away from her and sank back onto his pillows with a grimace of pain, letting go of her wrist reluctantly. "It was a memory. And..." His lips twitched and nearly shaped a pained sneer, his voice wasn't quite even when he spoke. "It's not all right."