"You could always fly with me, on my broom," Draco said with a smirk. "Though, I can't promise you wouldn't be dizzy. It is very fast."
Draco led her through the gardens toward the back of the property, where the trees of the forest mingled with their hedgerows and everything seemed slightly darker, more dangerous. That was where a small stone bench was, and he sat in the shadows of it, then tugged her down to his lap. It was instinct, a habit that he hadn't had time to develop yet, but he also knew that she wouldn't mind.