The train jerking into motion it prompted Harry to lean out of the kiss, relaxing back into his seat. There was still a smile on his lips, desperately wanting to kiss Draco all over.<br/>In the attempt to suppress that want, Harry forced himself to think it over, yet again trying to wrap his head around what they were actually doing. Harry had never taken the train to Paris, but he knew enough about this to be the only stop on British soil. Once the train had set into motion, the quickest way back to London was to do the round trip to and fro.<br/>Thoughtlessly, he turned his palm upwards to meet Draco's hand. He flexed his fingers, his fingertips drawing lines across Draco's palm as they once again relaxed.<br/>"How long are you extending your hospitality?" Harry asked, head tipping back against the backrest, turning to properly meet Draco's eye.<br/>The smile on Harry's lip was soft, growing more juvenile by the minute at the prospect of the possible answers. In reality, it had stemmed from a place of practicality, needing to know if Draco intended for him to spend the night.<br/>Harry however, found that he didn't have the words to actually say that out loud.