Draco slipped quietly away from the others and their febrile chatter, to find himself an unoccupied carriage where he could be alone with his thoughts.
He sank into the seat and rested his head against the windowpane. With every mile travelled, as he listened to monotonous noises of the train in motion taking him further away from the one place he still felt safe -- at home -- he felt an increasing sense of spiritual inanition. Draco let out a shuddering sigh; a plaint for all he had lost when he made his choice, when he'd turned his back on his father, his friends, on the life he knew. And a plaint also, for all he hadn't quite gained: Harry … .
The door of the carriage clicked open and someone else slipped inside, but Draco didn't look up. With any luck, they'd think he was asleep and leave him alone.
A shadow fell over him as someone stood in the small space between his seat and the seat opposite. Then a familiar, voice asked, 'want some company, Malfoy?'
'I don't think it matters what I want, it's already been proven that you're unstoppable once you get a noble idea in your head,' Draco replied tiredly. He didn't look up.
Harry snorted, 'I thought I wanted to be alone too, then I saw you and …'
'And what?'
Harry gently hooked a finger under Draco's chin, turned his head away from the window and said, 'I remembered there's something I've been meaning to do.' He bent forwards and pressed his lips to Draco's, running his fingers from Draco's chin to the back of his neck and into his hair as he did so.
When Draco didn't try to pull away, he increased the pressure slightly and parted his lips a fraction; gently nibbling at his bottom lip.
Draco answered by pulling Harry down into his lap and sliding his tongue into Harry's mouth; both boys moaned and deepened the kiss.
When the need to breathe again became urgent, Harry broke it off, panting, and rested his forehead on Draco's.
'You're wrong you know,' said Harry, 'it does matter what you want. It cost you more than it cost me.'
'What do you want, Draco?'
'You. I want you, all to myself,' sighed Draco softly.
Harry chuckled. If he'd known the word, he'd have accused Malfoy of mellifluous whining.
'Only you could you could sound so pleasant whilst being so selfish.' He leant forward again and whispered across Draco's lips, 'I'm all yours.'
NOTES: Written for a LiveJournal ficlet challenge community in 2003.
CHAL: Harry and Draco are leaving Hogwarts aboard the Express for the last time. Use the words: mellifluous, plaint, inanition, and febrile.