"Most likely, except she doesn't knock, remember?" he asked, amused at the memory. Theo, perhaps in a fundamental lack of understanding, thought a quick shag and a swift kick out of bed was exactly what Tracey needed. It's usually all he needed, after all, and it did him worlds of good on a bad day, which was nearly every day now that Mrs. Davis had started planning out their upcoming wedding.
"Only pretty enough, am I?" Theo asked, in mock offense. He moved to join Draco, nudging Draco's discarded shoes to sit in a neater fashion at the foot of the bed as he did. "I'm so honored to meet your bloody standards, Mr. Malfoy."