Tracey felt uncomfortable, she had to admit. She liked Draco enough, certainly, but now he was so much older than her and doing things for her, she felt weirdly about it. On top of that, they were with Potter and some girl who said she was his daughter. It wasn’t that any of them weren’t nice to her, it was just that they were all older than her when they shouldn’t be. And they weren’t her parents or her professors.
Mostly, she just stayed out of their way, not wandering to far from the bed they’d given her to sleep on, as to stay out of their way. She went to school, she did her homework, she’d tried to find ways to occupy her, which mostly amounted to doodling in her book. Her mother had always told her that doodling was something that girls did when they were being lazy and childish, but what else was there to do?
She’d sat at the table when Draco told her he’d brought home food. She smiled at him, sitting patiently as he doled out the food. Sandwiches and chips. Tracey didn’t let her disappointment show though, because that was inappropriate, it was rude to refuse something offered to you, especially when someone was going ou of their way to tend to your needs.
“Thank you.” She said cheerfully, and immediately pushed the chips away from her sandwich. Chips were high in calories, they were fattening and her mother would have a panic attack to know that Tracey had even considered eating them. It was bad enough that her mother had comment that she’d gained weight at Hogwarts, when she’d seen her over the winter holiday. Instead, Tracey would eat some of the sandwich, and tell Draco she was too full to eat any of the chips. She focused on tearing the crust from her sandwich, attempting to eliminate excess carbs.
“You didn’t have to get me anything.” She told him, commenting on his mention of a gift once she was content she’d pulled all of the crust off.