"I never raped anyone though, Hermione. Once, one time, there was one girl who looked like, um, Pansy, and Blaise had been at me and at me to do something with one of them, and I – I kissed her very briefly and pretended she was Pansy, because I was lonely. It was all very sad, and pathetic, and yes, wrong and disgusting, and I’d really rather forget all about it because I can’t take it back, and I wish like hell that I’d never done it," Draco admitted even more stiffly, and Hermione’s gaze went back to him, wide and accusing and relieved that it wasn’t as bad as she’d thought. Which was somehow utterly horrible in itself.