Not bothering to hang around and check if Granger fell for the trick, Draco forged ahead. He had no earthly clue where he was, having been dumped in a small clearing by a surprise portkey when he grabbed his house key to on his way out to what he thought was going to be a very lovely night out at his favourite restaurant with his favourite witch. It turned out that reaching for his front door one moment, and then blinking up at Granger in the middle of the fucking woods the next was a bit disorienting, to say the least.