"But I will. I'll make it up to you, I've just got... things on my mind." Draco attempted to explain, sahking his head and squeezing her hand. "We're not in a rut yet. I promise." He said, stepping a half step closer to her.
"No, I... is that what I said?" He added, then paused. "I didn't mean that. Let's... let's talk about it at home over tiramisu, all right?" Draco said, giving her hand a little tug. Then, without warning, he apparated them both straight into the manor's kitchen. A couple of House Elves jumped at the shock of the crack, and scuttled out of sight.