"He wanted an heir to replace you." Pansy's voice wavered a little bit, and Draco's mouth twitched involuntarily as it hit him. He sucked in a ragged breath and pressed his lips together, trying and failing to stop the tic. It was hard to speak, hard to breathe, hard to think past the hate and the dreadful shame that was roaring in his head and his chest and sparking through his limbs and making his hand tremble and his mouth twitch like a fucking metronome.