Who: Draco and Tracey Where: Hogwarts When: Sixth year What: ummm good question :P Rating: TBD Status: Incomplete
Draco hadn't been himself this year that was for sure. He was stressed, worried and could talk to no one about what was happening with him. Not even to Professor Snape who his mother obviously trusted enough to get him to help him. He didn't want help, he wanted to protect his family himself and that meant doing this himself.
Running his hand through his hair he knew he looked like shit but he didn't care. He needed to do this and get it over and done with. He needed his family to be safe from the Dark Lord. Failing this mission wouldn't make that possible even if it was something outrageously difficult. Taking a seat in front of the fire in the Slytherin Dorm he stared into it while trying to come up with his next plan of action.