Pansy sucked in her breath.  "Draco knew," she said.  It wasn't a question and Hermione could feel her gut clench.  It would have been better, somehow, if Pansy had insisted Draco couldn't have known, that he'd never have countenanced that.  "That little cowardly idiot," she went on, seeming to struggle to find the words she wanted.  "He never could stand up to his father," she said conversationally after a moment where Hermione could hear her heart beating.  Was she far enough away from Draco her heart couldn't sync itself to him, or was her body still struggling to tune itself to him as though they were paired instruments in some magical orchestra?  "He idolized the man, you know.  And Lucius spoiled him bloody rotten."