"He was actually trying...my father was...fuck." It consumed Draco, it ate him up, tearing tiny shreds off him one at a time as he pictured that scene in the study again, only this time Pansy was the one struggling, and crying wretched, powerless tears below his father; all traces of his father's elegance gone as he grunted on the floor like a rutting beast. Pansy, eyes screwed shut and hands batting helplessly at his father's head and shoulder, one smooth, naked leg visible to Draco from the doorway. It was clear as if he was viewing it through a pensieve, and he wanted to cry. Wanted to cry and rage and kill his father. Wanted him not to be his father. Wanted not to be the son of a fucking rapist.