There was a deathly silence that stretched on and on, as Potter and Weasley processed that. Draco realised too late that he shouldn't have said anything, but he was too fogged to care, really. He saw sympathy in Potter's eyes, glinting behind the glasses, and it was uncomfortable to recognise it there, but again...he didn't really care that much. Pansy had thought he was his father. For a moment, she had thought... He felt sick.