Draco Malfoy (swk_draco) wrote in secrets_we_keep, @ 2014-06-28 22:42:00 |
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Entry tags: | draco malfoy, june 2005, tracey davis |
RP: Chasing After You
Who: Draco Malfoy and Tracey Davis
Where: The Ministry of Magic
When: 28 June, 2005
Rating: PG13?
Status: Ongoing
It was only after Draco extricated himself from the reporter that he realized Tracey was nowhere in the ballroom. She'd excused herself, quietly. Draco had assumed that she was after a glass of champagne or the loo or saying hello to Pansy or something.
He hadn't imagined she was leaving.
But it seemed she had. He made a circuit around the room, checked the hall filled with memorabilia, and- embarrassingly- asked a middle-aged witch coming out of the ladies to see if Tracey was inside.
Thankfully, the Ministry required entrance and exit through the official access points. He and Tracey had arrived by the floo exchange earlier. He hoped she'd headed that way. As he made his way in that direction, not certain if he should be worried or irritated, he replayed the evening in his head.
He hadn't been a terrible lot of fun, Draco knew that. And then the reporter had come over to him, to them, he supposed, and began asking him questions about his role in the war. When he'd obviously not been giving more than the barest, most basic answers, the reporter had changed tactics. Gone after his personal life. She'd asked for a picture of him with Tracey. Which he'd refused, because he could only imagine what sort of salacious story anyone from Witch Weekly would come up with. Draco wasn't a favorite with that particular publication, because he refused to give them witty quips to publish, and he stayed above gossip for the most part. He only appeared in their frequent Spectre ads, but they didn't know that. Thank Merlin. But he could only imagine the sort of article they'd write- Draco Malfoy would rather cavort with sexy blonde than remember the fallen! or some such. It made him shudder.
It was directly after this refusal that Tracey had excused herself. Draco had supposed that she was attempting to be discreet.
He supposed he'd supposed wrong.
He sped up as he reached the hall of fireplaces, spotting Tracey way down at the end of the row on the right, her hand reaching for the Floo powder. Jogging to reach her, he called out.
"Tracey! Wait! Where are you going?"