That was a lot of the reason why Pansy tried to put on a good front. There was so much going on with everyone and she didn't want anyone to feel as though she required more attention than everything else. Merlin, Pansy had no idea what it would be like to lose a parent so suddenly and she wasn't even close to her own. And the looming possibility of consequences for those who'd served the Dark Lord? That had to weigh even heavier on Draco and Fletcher than it even did on her. While Pansy could be a terribly selfish girl, she wasn't so much when it came to people she loved.
She stepped toward him, lifting a small hand to his face, even more worried to see the blood drained from his face. "Are you okay?" What was it? The question swam in her mind, but she didn't ask it. She didn't want to share her own fears simply because saying them out loud was so much harder than seeing them in her mind. She wasn't about to ask Draco to say it.