None of it ever seemed to bother Draco. He locked her in that room and hurt her, day after day, and Pansy could say nothing. She knew he'd chosen her for the position because he knew she'd do her job, and she did it well, but she hadn't anticipated the hatred and pity that would grow inside her. (Not only that, she was sure his jealousy prevented him from having another man this close to his wife.) Not wanting to put herself into the hands of Draco's wrath, Pansy concealed her feelings well, though they sometimes bled through. Whenever he summoned her into the room after the rape, to tend to the bedding and other things, it was a strike to her heart to find an utterly ravaged woman trying to care for her wounds without magic. Pansy was powerless to be apathetic towards her.