Pansy's brow furrowed. Different meant that these were unorganized attacks, right? Maybe she was wrong, but it felt like maybe they were unrelated. And if there was no organization, they were less predictable and more dangerous. She hate the thought that it could happen to anyone else she knew. She moved forward and wrapped her arms around Draco, resting her raven-haired head against his chest.
"What can you do?" she asked, not trying to pry information out of him, but genuinely curious. "Is there anything I can do in regards to Theodore's well-being?" There was a part of her that was still relieved that it had been his father and not Draco or Fletcher. Perhaps that made her selfish, or a terrible person, but she couldn't handle losing either of them, she knew.
Pulling back slightly, she looked up at him. "You must be tired. How about we retire and continue our conversation in bed?" She could only imagine that whatever Draco had had to do was probably mentally taxing which was worse the physical exertion of energy. Of course, the offer wasn't entirely selfless, either. She wanted the comfort of being wrapped up in him, too.