He had to know. He wasn't thinking about why. Couldn't think about why, like his brain wouldn't let him. Trying to protect him. But despite that, Draco knew that he had to know. Had to hear Pansy deny it, so that everything would be all right again – for him at least, not Pansy. It wouldn't be all right for Pansy of course, would it, you selfish git, he thought with a hint of hysteria. But she could tell him, and then everything would be better for him, and this bottled up unnamed horror beating on the inside of his skull could drain out of him.