"I didn't. The bastard's just been getting more and more out of control, and when the Dark Lord went to Europe, no one was safe anymore. And I –" Her voice broke. "I didn't have anyone to protect me." She sniffled, big fat tears rolling down her grubby cheeks. Draco let out a short breath and wedged his wand between his knees, wrapping his arm around Pansy's shoulders. She immediately leant into him, seeking the warmth of his comfort without any show of pride, crying quietly.