Harry murmured something that sounded vaguely like 'gottabee', rose from his seat, and left in the direction of the on-train bathroom. He closed the door and slumped down, trying to fight the tears that misted his vision. He cursed himself for not being happy--at the very least, his graduation from Hogwarts ensured that he would never have to return to stay with his horrible relatives. Ron's parents had offered to have him stay with them, and he had accepted; he would be a pseudo-Weasley until he finished his Auror training. His initial joy at moving out had kept him floating on a happy cloud for days, but now on this train, his other plaints filled his mind.

Ron's parents were so happy for he and Ron both. Harry's parents would never know: sleeping silently in their graves. He would stay with Ron's family, but every day he would know that they were not his real family. His parents, his godfather: his entire family was dead. Death seemed to follow him. What if it came after his second family?

Harry started as the door opened, and a tall blonde walked in, locking the door behind him.

"Malfoy!" he exclaimed, indignant at being interrupted.

"Potter?" Draco looked amused. "Are you sulking in a toilet, Potter?"

"Get fucked, Malfoy," Harry's retort lacked conviction.

Draco smirked, considering. Harry held his breath. "Yes," Draco said eventually, bending to Harry's level and kissing him. "I do think I shall."

Harry hesitated, for a second, then kissed him back. Draco's tongue touched Harry's lips, and in a quick and mellifluous gesture, passed into his mouth. They stood up together, hands roving, skin febrile with desire. They had... been together before, but not like this. The other times were awkward, hesitant: now both boys--men--were consumed with an urgency driven by the knowledge that this was their last time, driven by their uncertainty of the future.

Hands and mouths moved to more sensitive, more secret areas, names were gasped and echoed through the small chamber, and desire was sated. Harry sank once more to sit on the lid of the toilet, and Draco, having fumbled his robes back down over his body, sank to the floor. There the sat, Harry slumped, Draco with his head on Harry's knee, both boys feeble from inanition.

The train pulled into London.