Pansy squeezed Harry's hand gently, unable to express how relieved she was that he was alright. 'I brought clean clothes, too. In case yours were...dirty. But maybe we should wait until you get home. It would be less tiring to only have to change once....' she said, knowing she was rambling, but her mouth woudln't stop.
'Draco's father?' she repeated. Draco's father was dead? Narcissa's husband? 'Ohhhh,' she breathed. Even estranged as they were, she knew it would be difficult for them.
Looking up, her eyes were serious as she gazed at him, not sure how to say what she felt. 'Harry...' she started. 'Harry, I don't want to lose you...' she whispered.