"No. It's...fine. Weasley's got a fucking point. I walked into the kitchen to hear Pansy telling Hermione about one of the many times Crabbe and Goyle joked about catching Hermione in the corridors and raping her –" Potter went pale and Weasley went red, and Draco felt like he wanted to throw up the firewhiskey he'd just downed. "– and I laughed and told them to..." He nearly choked on the words but forced them out, voice flat and dull as he cursed himself for ever saying them. "I told them that I didn't know why they'd want to rape a dirty mudblood, but to make sure if they did it, they were smart about it and didn't get themselves caught balls-deep in – in the filthy bitch's cunt. I –"