"I... don't know," Draco admitted, still searching the crowd as best he could. "Stephen... tried to get me to send something to her. I didn't, but.... fuck. I shouldn't have listened to anything he said..." he ran his hands through his hair; they were sweating despite the cold. Why had he only been thinking about himself? He could have warned Pansy, could have said something to her... he didn't know what he was afraid of, only that he had a terrible feeling.