Pansy watched him silently, like a wraith on his bed, eyes big in her gaunt face, skinny fingers twisting and tugging nervously in her lank hair. She had to live with it every day, Draco thought suddenly, feeling like an utter bastard for not thinking of that first. He wondered insanely, wildly, thoughts skimming and skipping in the turmoil of his mind, if looking at Draco reminded her of it. If she saw his father every time she looked at Draco. If...