"Draco?" Pansy asked quiet and nervous as if on cue, and Draco whipped his head around to stare at her with wide, trapped eyes, feeling inadequate and useless and utterly overwhelmed. He couldn't. He couldn't be what she needed right now. Couldn't give her the support she deserved; he was too wrapped up and reeling in the light shone on the truth, which had been lurking in the darkest recesses of his mind since Pansy had first refused to tell him who the father was. But Draco hadn't wanted to know, not really. He hadn't wanted it to be his father who had violated Pansy. His own flesh and blood, sticking his cock in...