There was just something about it all that made it hard for Harry to contain a smile. There was an air of escapism about how quickly they both had allowed themselves to indulge into what was, objectively, nothing short of a juvenile whim.<br/>In the back of his mind, Harry knew deciding to go had been the easy part. Though he held no grudges, Draco had previously expressed his hesitations, and Harry realized there was still plenty of time for the both of them to sober up to the consequences of their impulsiveness.<br/>Regardless, Harry met Draco's touch without hesitation,, comforted by the gesture. Turning his hand more comfortably into Draco's grip, Harry willingly following him onto the train.<br/>As they ventured further into the carriage, it became apparent just how familiar this stretch of journey was to Draco. Accurately described, the seats were loosely but primarily filled with business professionals still on the clock.<br/>While Harry<span style="font-style: italic">had</span>noted the carriage not to be a quiet zone, Harry still fell quiet, quickly coming to the conclusion he was one in few traveling purely for pleasure. Allowing Draco to sit down first, Harry himself took the adjacent aisle seat with a huff, jacket still on.<br/>In a thoughtless motion, Harry glanced over his shoulder, down the aisle, in an attempt to place his actual seat, would it ever come to that. The glance quickly felt pointless, an instinctive reaction to being in the wrong spot; when his eyes one again found Draco, a boyish grin quickly grew across his lips.<br/>For a moment, he just paused, unable to properly process it all. He had yet to relax into the seat, and for a moment, his lips parted before he spoke.<br/>"Last chance to kick me off the train," Harry joked, easily, yet desperately needing Draco to confirm this was actually where they were heading.