"Y – you're right. It is your business," Pansy answered flatly and faintly, no fight left in her, the words sliding out easy and emotionless and Draco's breath escaped him in a choking rush. He couldn't catch it, couldn't catch his breath, and his chest was rising and falling hard and fast, and he felt instantly dizzy. Dizzy and lost and fucking fucked. His head swam, and he wished he'd never asked. He wished Mrs Weasley had kept her bloody mouth shut. Draco licked dry lips and nodded slowly as the truth sank into him, still dragging desperately for breath that just didn't seem like enough, his heart tripping in his chest.