Given her prominent role within the manor, there was very, very little that Pansy didn’t have access to. She had free roam of the place and its grounds, and among those places was Draco’s study. He trusted her to tidy up in there although there usually was no need, to go in and fetch him a letter or that day’s copy of the Prophet, things like that. Pansy had every opportunity to linger around in that room, perhaps rifle through the drawers of his desk and take a peep at his correspondence, but never dared, always fearful that there was a trap set somewhere there to test her, gauge her trustworthiness. The most she could do was move a little slower than usual, to let her eyes linger, but she didn’t dare reach forward and grasp any of the now-obvious evidence of past murders and crimes that he kept inside that cabinet.