"It is," Draco argued- the same argument he made every time they had this discussion, which was multitudinous, "I might forget myself and use magic. The last bloke that did that was burned at the stake, as I recall. So call me a ponce if you like, but you know how I loathe getting sooty."
A strange look crossed Tracey's face; Draco was unsure how to read it. It didn't seem to fit the playful conversation they were having. Frowning, he took another pull from his glass, rubbing her shoulders gently with his free hand.
"Hmm. And yet you avoided me like I had dragonpox."
He set his tumbler aside, committing to massaging her neck and shoulders. Draco was certain Tracey's work required a certain amount of effort and investment, but it wasn't typical for her to complain upon returning from one of her adventures.
"A long break this time, then, perhaps?"
A slight hopeful note entered his voice. As much as Draco wanted Tracey in his life, it was trying to be involved with a girl that took off for months at a time, often to places that were difficult to send communication to.