"And I am hardly a princess," Draco countered pointedly. "A Prince maybe." He didn't look angry, and he really wasn't. Back at Hogwarts, he would have been, but not now.
"It's a field, and if I can't give you an exact location, we are going to end up scattered. It's just a good place to fly. You'll see, nothing but forest, hills, field, marsh, and no bloody people." Draco had stumbled over that patch of land accidentally, just flying, but it had become a place of peace, removed from his every day life. The Hogwart's express ran close to the rolling hills, but that didn't give enough information to pinpoint a location. "I've never taken anyone there."