Draco raised his eyebrows curiously. He still hadn’t let go of her hand and he squeezed again. "You can’t tell me you've forgotten," Pansy said. "I said we should give him to Voldemort. I said he was right there. Everyone turned and looked at me as if I were the most disgusting thing they'd ever seen in their entire lives." She laughed a little and if his heart hadn't already been broken by the fact that she was dying, that sound would've broken it.  "Everyone except him, of course. Saint Potter looked over and met my eyes and I had the horrible realization that he was the only person in the entire hall who really understood how afraid I was. He was the only person there sympathetic to me."