He remembered with horrible clarity, walking in on his father in his study, and seeing him with a crying, half-naked Muggle girl; taking his pleasure. Draco bit his tongue and choked down bile and vomit, throat clogged and sour and stomach roiling. Draco had walked in on his father doing that, and instead of saying anything, instead of... He'd just shut the door and walked away without a single word, feeling ill and awful and trying to forget. He believed Pansy. Merlin help him, he believed her, and he realised with bitter amusement that he had thought that despite the way his father had maimed him, and tortured Draco, that there were limits even he wouldn't cross. Such as raping a pureblood witch who not so long ago, had for all intents and purposes, been Draco's girlfriend.