Savannah held Draco until he was drained of tears. He was embarrassed; he had never shown such vulnerability to his fiancée. But the more he resisted, the louder he cried.

"Draco… Draco, what's wrong?" whispered Savannah, holding his face and kissing his cheek softly.

He closed his eyes tightly and shook his head as though he were trying to un-see something. He couldn't tell Savannah. Not now. He'd tell her, later, although how later, he did not know.

"It's nothing, darling," he replied gently. "Nothing you need to worry about, anyway."

He lovingly moved one of Savannah's dark waves out of her face and tried to give her a reassuring smile.

"Draco, you said it was your job to make me feel better. It's my job to make you feel better, as well."

"I know, darling," he pulled Savannah in closer to him and planted a delicate kiss on her forehead. "Now's just not the right time."

Savannah nodded, understanding that Draco was not ready to discuss what his mother had been talking about. She reached for her wand and pointed it at the smashed window.

"Repairo."

The shards of glass littered across the floor quickly rose back into place and sealed themselves together, creating a solid window once more.

"Silencio," she muttered as she pointed her wand towards the bedroom door.

They got back under the bedsheets and turned the little lamps on so they could see each other clearly while they talked about their plan.

"Do you think it's a good idea?" asked Draco. "To go back?"

Savannah propped her elbow up on the pillow and rested the side of her head in her hand.

"I think, if we are going to go back, now is the time to do it. Your mother said that You-Know-Who doesn't know we've gone. If we go back now, he'd never even find out that we'd tried to escape."

"But what if he does know, and he's forced my mother into telling us that he doesn't, to trick us into believing everything's okay? What if we go back and he's there waiting for us? He'll blow us up the minute we walk through the door."

Savannah bit her lip and paused to think.

"So, we don't go through the door…" she said slowly.

"What?"

"We find a wizard's fireplace, and then we use the Floo network to transport us to one of the disused rooms in the manor. Then we call Lisky to search the house for Death Eaters. If the coast is clear, we can come out."

"And if not?"

"We jump straight back into the fireplace and scarper."

Draco nodded, seeing the plan come together in his mind.

"But… I'm still supposed to take the Dark Mark on Monday," he pointed out quietly, even though they were at no risk of being overheard due to the silencing charm that had been cast on the door.

"I know," Savannah looked down, disappointed.

Draco sighed and closed his eyes.

"We'll figure something out, sweetheart," Savannah told him as she began stroking his blond hair again.

Draco smiled in appreciation.

"We'll go," he nodded bravely. "We'll leave tomorrow. After you show me how to play mini golf."

The pair laughed and shared a kiss before settling down to sleep.

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It turned out Draco was rather talented at mini golf. It took him a while to get used to swinging the club, but he beat Savannah at almost every obstacle – he hit the ball through the little hole in the windmill in just two shots while Savannah trailed behind with five.

"Well done," she smirked, impressed with her fiance's efforts.

Draco gave a small bow which made Savannah giggle.

"Come on, you, I'll buy you an ice cream as an award."

She took his hand and they walked over to the ice cream stand, admiring the view of the sea in the daylight. The sand was a beautiful golden colour, the waves bright blue. Nairn was awake now. The small souvenir shops that sold trinkets were open, and families were exploring the town and enjoying the summer sunshine.

They sat down on a picnic bench overlooking the children's play park they had walked through the night before and a refreshing breeze washed over them. Draco's prize was two large scoops of mint chocolate chip ice cream. Savannah began slurping her consolation prize of a vanilla cornetto.

"This is nice," Draco smiled.

"Mm," Savannah nodded. "That little stand's always sold good ice cream."

Draco laughed.

"I'm not talking about the ice cream."

Savannah reached over the bench and interlaced her fingers with Draco's.

"I wish I could freeze time," he said as he looked over at the hypnotising waves. "Somehow, I feel like this will be our last day of… well, of being normal."

"Whatever happens – we'll have each other. Whatever we need to do – we'll do it together," Savannah nodded.

"I'm scared, Sav."

"I know, darling."