Draco stared blankly at the two Gryffindors. Wetted his lips, and then words came out, hoarse and vague. "Pansy was...Pansy was drunk and baiting Hermione. Saying...saying shit. I told her – told her to shut her fucking mouth. To go down to my room. Grabbed her arm." He blinked at the two boys. "And – and she thought I was my father," he finished, horror-filled and dazed, and Weasley and Potter stared at him in confusion, brows furrowed identically. They had no idea why that was cause for such horror, Draco realised belatedly, the gears in his mind still grinding over too slowly.