"No, I won’t do that, Pansy. You know what she means to me, and how I- I-" Draco stuttered, searching for a word to describe the sick feeling in the pit of his stomach at the mere suggestion that he enter someone else’s– let alone Hermione’s– mind. Sure she’d been in his, a couple of times now, but that was nothing to the damage Draco felt he would inflict if he were to enter hers. 