Draco felt blood slowly starting to return to his face, and his fingers. She had broken the spell that the boggart had cast, made the fear recede. Pansy had always had that effect on him, at least since he'd actually had things to fear; if it was slower to take effect, it wasn't her fault. It was because the scary things in the world had gotten scarier, which he was fairly sure was true for both of them.
"Yes," he said, looking at her. He still felt slightly frozen, but her touch was making that go away, too. "I'm alright. He's gone, and-" He coughed. He hadn't realized that he'd slipped and said he instead of it. When he repeated it, he glanced back at the cabinet. "It's gone. I'm alright."