As Harry walked off, quick paced, he shot back a bright smile at Draco in lieu of a actual reply. His heart was going a thousand miles an hour, thoughtlessly serving to further pick up his pace, as he hurried back the way they had just come from.<br/><br/>When Harry returned he did so in a quick pace, but without the urgency with which he had left; the train had still to leave the platform, though the platform itself<span style="font-style: italic">had </span>vacated considerably. As Draco once again came within speaking distance, Harry was still gathering himself, hands making sure the inside pocket of his jacket, housing now both wallet and ticket, was properly closed.<br/>"I didn't know where your seat is," Harry said, initiating a conversation so trivial it had already made Harry grin. Harry had been standing at the automatic teller, suddenly overcome with the first proof that this was far from a through-out decision; it had humoured him immensely, something which was still visible in how easily he approached the subject.<br/>"I just got whichever, so we'll see if I have to bribe someone out of their seat to sit next to you," he grinned.<br/>As Harry finished the sentence, Draco was once again within reach. There was nothing more Harry wanted than to reach out and kiss Draco, but time had quickly come an important factor. So, he settled on half of it, reaching out to brush his fingers against Draco's waist. "So you tell me where we're sitting."