Tracey Davis (snarkies) wrote in fourteenshades, |
Tracey really didn't know how to digest the information he was giving her, but she needed to sit down. She moved back to the edge of the bed and perched there, raising her hands to pull them through her hair, pulling it back out of her face as she tried to breathe. Tracey didn't cry. Not if she could help it. Especially not in front of Draco Malfoy. He might have been acting differently, but she was still secretly fearful that this was some strange test of loyalty or a very terrible dream. She'd hope for the latter, but she had a hard time not seeing how it was all true.
"Why?" She looked up at him, desperation clear in her eyes. "Why would the Weasleys do this?" Why was she brought to this village that had people she had never heard of, with no magic, and so many questions.