Dammit, dammit, dammit, fucking god hell and dammit. Draco pushed Pansy away from him, curled his shoulders, and covered his face. He swore into his palms, the heat of what had to be a red hot flaming blush searing his fingers. He had never been so humiliated in his life, and the Dark Lord and his aunt Bella had been experts at humiliating him. He shoved both hands through his hair and rubbed the back of his neck where the muscles had tensed. "No," he mumbled as Pansy calmly asked her question. How she managed to be so damn calm, he'd never know. "No, I am not all right."