Recalibrating, he tried again. "Okay. Something bad. What is it? Who died?" His eyes flicked between the two boys, watching as they glanced at each other before turning back to him. Harry appeared to brace himself before speaking, throat working as he swallowed heavily. "Malfoy. Draco... It - it's..." Draco's brows rose - both at Harry's use of his first name (something they were all still trying to get comfortable with) and the fact that he physically seemed unable to continue. He couldn't tell if Harry's reluctance was due to lack of ability to explain or some weird urge to soften the blow of whatever was going to come out of his mouth. Having little tolerance or patience with either, Draco heaved a sigh. "What's that saying of yours? Rip it off like a bandage? Just spit it out."