Draco could feel his muscles tense again, knotting and tightening, stress clawing him back in as he thought of his father and Pansy and how much it hurt. It was surprising just how much it hurt, how betrayed and disillusioned he felt. Draco had thought that there was nothing worse his father could do, no lower his father could sink in Draco's opinion after mutilating him, but Draco had been wrong. He had thought he had seen the worst of his father but he hadn't; there had been still more deluded hopes that his father could shatter. Had shattered now, with the knowledge that he had violated one of Draco's oldest friends.