Merlin. His father. His friend. And his blotted out half-sibling. Draco felt ill as he realised with visceral horror that Pansy had been pregnant with his half-brother or sister. He froze in his frantic stilted pacing, motionless, head tilted slightly to one side as he desperately tried to understand what had happened and do something other than completely fall apart in front of Pansy. If she could cope, if she could sit there pale and composed and not crumbling to pieces after what she had been put through, then Draco should be able to keep it together as well, for Merlin's sake.