At first Draco had thought that it would unfair to deny Pansy one of her only comforts, and seeing how she was, how she felt, hearing about her nightmares that the alcohol kept at bay...it had seemed cruel to refuse her. But he never, ever wanted a repeat of what had happened today. What she had said to Hermione in her drunken anger. The way she had looked at Draco and thought that he was his...father. He tightened his mouth – something had to change. He wasn't helping her. Whatever support he could give Pansy obviously wasn't enough, or of the sort that she needed. Draco supposed he just wasn't very good at being supportive, and he wasn't surprised by that. It wasn't like he'd had a lot of practice at it.