Pansy just shook her head. The name meant nothing to her. She thought she might have heard it somewhere but Harry and his safety were far more important to her and she dismissed it. 'Poor Draco,' she mumbled because it seemed like she needed to say something.
Pansy brushed her damp cheek against her arm again. 'Harry, I....' she started. 'You.... I....' Her throat was tight with all the emotions inside her warring for dominance. Fear and worry and relief were at the forefront, but there were others, others she hadn't admitted to herself but that were trying to pop out.