Valentine's Day. Back then, Draco lost all track of time. Each day blended into one long, awful nightmare he couldn't escape. It was almost comical how easily those dark memories resurfaced. Didn't people say events grew cloudy the further away one got? Would that ever happen for him? Maybe, maybe not. Right then, he only knew the memories were even fresher for Tracey. Not just memories, but she was learning a future she hadn't lived.
He didn't answer right away. They both knew how everyone was. Scared. Lonely. Sad. Or, in some cases, pushed into sadism. He rose slowly and took the few steps to close the gap between them. "I am sorry," he said softly. That time he did rest a hand on her back.