Just glancing at the titles clued Draco into what Tracey meant. Oy, of course. He only laughed and shook his head. That was why he loved Tracey. Who else would have the chops for such a thing? In their circle? It was insane and perfectly her. "Ofelia Ivy? How did you pick that name?" He leaned against the wall to skim one of the pages. "I am starting to think we didn't need to hide our 'special' magazines every time you came into the Common Room." He wondered about the short stories. When he was alone, he'd find them. He was curious. Granted, he was embarrassed too, but mostly because...well, fitting or not, Tracey was his girl. He was protective.