Draco felt cold and numb, staring at Pansy helplessly; his first friend, his first kiss, and his first...well, pretty much his first everything, except for what he'd done today with Hermione. He’d never actually slept with Pansy, contrary to what he suspected Hermione thought. He'd never loved Pansy like that either, though he'd always cared. She might be an irritating bitch sometimes – a lot of the time, he amended – but she didn't deserve that. No one did.