"Draco!" Hermione was up, grabbing his arm, pulse racing and horror filling her. "Draco, stop!" They hadn't asked Pansy if they could tell Narcissa, and as far as Hermione knew the Slytherin girl would rather no one knew. She didn't want what had happened bandied about for everyone to know – she wanted it kept private, secret. And now Draco had, in his fury, laid Pansy's secret all but bare, because what else would Lucius have done to Pansy but that? It was obvious. Draco paled further as he realised what he'd done and snapped his mouth shut. And Narcissa furrowed her brow and looked up at them both with vague puzzlement, blooming into slow-dawning realisation.