Log [PG]
Who: Tracey and Draco
Where: Grimauld Place
When: After her arrival
Rating: PG
Summary: In which Draco's arguments are spectacularly crushed.
Status: Complete
"What do you think you're doing here?!" Draco hissed, as soon as he had all but dragged Tracey away from the others. "This is dangerous, Tracey!"
She couldn't help it; she rolled her eyes at him. "I'm fuly aware of that fact, Draco, but if you think for one minute I'm going to sit quietly in a classroom like a good girl while my cousin and my closest friend are off risking their necks, you have most assuredly got another think coming."
"Tracey-"
"Besides," she plowed on, ignoring his protests, "I know you're head over heels for him and all, Draco, but Harry is a Gryffindor, and therefore needs as many sensible, clever people around him as he can get."
Draco opened his mouth to protest, then paused. "Well," he admitted grudgingly, "you're probably right about that last bit, but Trace-"
"No." Her voice brooked no argument. "You will not win this fight, Draco."
He raked his fingers through his hair. "I liked you better when you were shy and retiring."
Tracey smirked. "Clearly, William has been a horrible influence on me."
Draco snorted. "He's a Weasley," he drawled, "what do you expect?"
"Besides spectacular sex, you mean?" she said, and Draco nearly choked.
"Tracey!"
She grinned wickedly. "See, you most definitely need me around."
"I need you like I need a hole in my head," Draco groused. "Obliviate me now."
"Love you too, Draco dear," she replied, nonplussed. "I'll be down for a late breakfast, and you had best be there." With that, Tracey flicked her wand at her trunk and headed up the stairs to claim a bedroom, and Draco stared after her.
Damnit. Sometimes Draco thought he'd like his cousin a lot better if he didn't love her so bloody much. Demanding little thing.
Still sulking, Draco headed back to his room.
Where: Grimauld Place
When: After her arrival
Rating: PG
Summary: In which Draco's arguments are spectacularly crushed.
Status: Complete
"What do you think you're doing here?!" Draco hissed, as soon as he had all but dragged Tracey away from the others. "This is dangerous, Tracey!"
She couldn't help it; she rolled her eyes at him. "I'm fuly aware of that fact, Draco, but if you think for one minute I'm going to sit quietly in a classroom like a good girl while my cousin and my closest friend are off risking their necks, you have most assuredly got another think coming."
"Tracey-"
"Besides," she plowed on, ignoring his protests, "I know you're head over heels for him and all, Draco, but Harry is a Gryffindor, and therefore needs as many sensible, clever people around him as he can get."
Draco opened his mouth to protest, then paused. "Well," he admitted grudgingly, "you're probably right about that last bit, but Trace-"
"No." Her voice brooked no argument. "You will not win this fight, Draco."
He raked his fingers through his hair. "I liked you better when you were shy and retiring."
Tracey smirked. "Clearly, William has been a horrible influence on me."
Draco snorted. "He's a Weasley," he drawled, "what do you expect?"
"Besides spectacular sex, you mean?" she said, and Draco nearly choked.
"Tracey!"
She grinned wickedly. "See, you most definitely need me around."
"I need you like I need a hole in my head," Draco groused. "Obliviate me now."
"Love you too, Draco dear," she replied, nonplussed. "I'll be down for a late breakfast, and you had best be there." With that, Tracey flicked her wand at her trunk and headed up the stairs to claim a bedroom, and Draco stared after her.
Damnit. Sometimes Draco thought he'd like his cousin a lot better if he didn't love her so bloody much. Demanding little thing.
Still sulking, Draco headed back to his room.