"I'm...I'm not him. I'm Draco..." he got out, at last. "P-Pansy?" he said her name, soft and stumbling and desperately hurt as he reached out, fingers brushing tentatively over Pansy's elbow as Hermione watched frozen in place, speechless, her heart bloody pounding in her chest. Horror and revulsion were swirling around in her stomach, and bile rose sour and harsh in her throat. The Slytherin girl shrank back from Draco, and Hermione swallowed hard around the lump in her throat and pushed her chair back, standing up stiffly, feeling like a marionette.