"I'll remember that." She would to. Tracey thought it would be fun to see him truly in action. They always moved so slowly with her, and while she tried to hide it, Tracey knew that he knew she didn't much care for horseback riding. The entire appeal had been reconnecting with him.
Tracey laughed, shaking her head. "We still had a few close calls. I remember one when that damn cat of Filch's started scratching at the door. I thought we were done for." It also bothered her that Draco would have been scandalized by the idea of shagging in a broom cupboard. Why would she even make the comparison? They were were completely different, and Tracey would have been lying to herself if she thought for even a second that Draco was somehow less than a man she'd shared teenage fumblings with.
But still, when he threw down his challenge, she couldn't help but smirk. "How much have you had? I'll catch up." She then shook her head at him. "There's no way I am riding that damn horse bareback. If I win, and I will, you have to ride in the car with me, going whatever speed I want."