His eyes automatically shifted in the direction Tracey's did. He wondered where the clerk was though, admittedly, he got lost in the stacks when he worked there too. "I don't think you are the one needing to worry about bad reputations," he assured. "You don't have the same knack for pissing people off." Seeing Tracey again reminded him that most of his female friends from Slytherin were in the village, but it also reminded him the only male dorm-mate didn't even remember him. Yet, did he really want Zabini showing? Crabbe or Goyle? No. If he was honest, no. There was too much guilt surrounding Crabbe's death and...well, Draco knew what they would expect of him. He wasn't ready.
One deep breath later, he was back in the present, enjoying Tracey. Summer was helping him with techniques for staying in the moment, but it wasn't always the easiest thing in practice. "I used to work here," he informed Tracey. He tugged at her arm. "This way. We have periodicals. The great thing about this place? Pretty much any printed material you want from any time period." He still wondered what would make him blush, but he guessed he'd find out soon enough.