He never showed signs of worry, and they stayed in each new place from anywhere from a few months to a year—he claimed it was because he wanted to travel, but the most travelling they ever did was to the small villages or towns they ended up nearby, because one thing all these houses had in common was that they were very remote. Hidden, unmapped, unreachable, unless he wanted them to be. She remembered the shocked, hungry gaze of the stranger at the gate as Draco had fucked her against the window. That was the only place they ever went back to frequently.