Draco didn't know what to say, what to think. Ant wouldn't, was his first protest, but it died before it could reach his lips. He barely knew Ant, really, and from what he did know... he might have. But his father? When? How? He knew something had happened between his parents, but he thought it had to do with the Dark Lord... this... this he could not have imagined. He felt sick. There were images already playing in the back of his mind that became clearer and clearer until he was practically hyperventilating.