"Just what I said. My father –" he hesitated for a second; the word was so damned hard to say "– raped, Pansy. Was trying to use her to fucking beget another heir to the Malfoy name, seeing as he disinherited me and all. So when she got a chance to contact the Order and get away, she took it." He was as brief and dispassionate as possible – no detail about the pregnancy and subsequent abortion, no emotion communicated bar bitterness; just the bare, sparse facts. And even so, Potter and Weasley visibly blanched.