A/N: Is there a version of the Mile High Club but for trains? I think there should be Roughly, Draco kissed you as you felt yourself getting close. Nearly there, nearly there and... suddenly you were awake.
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"Anything from the trolley dear?" The woman repeated herself.
You shook your head, agitated.
"No? Not in need of a little sweetness?" She asked and you nearly laughed.
You were, but not like that.
Getting up, you strode down the long hall of the train, searching for the right cabin.
"I'm just saying, Potter's a waste of space. Him and Weasleby both. Probably got fleas from his mangey family. I don't see why they can't just ride on top of the train rather than infect the lot of us."
Found him. You poked your head in, earning the attention of Pansy, Blaise, Crabbe, and Goyle, but most importantly, Draco.
"What are you doing here?" Pansy asked with an accusatory voice that came naturally to her.
Ignoring her, you kept your attention on the blond. "Gotta talk to you for a sec Malfoy." You nodded your head in the direction you came so he would know you meant in private.
He followed you down the hallway. Once you were reaching the emptier parts of the train you grabbed his hand but continued to lead. It was somewhat a secret, your relationship. With Draco having the massive insecurity issues you knew he did (even if he wouldn't admit it) you didn't really mind that he wanted to keep things underwraps.
"Where are we going?" He asked.
You pushed open the small wooden door to the toilet, shoving Draco in with you.
"What the-?"
Slamming your lips against his, you pinned him against the small sink and kissed him roughly. Shocked, it took him a moment to kiss back, but once he did he returned your passion and speed, despite being a bit confused.
"I need you. Now." You breathed, pulling away a moment but keeping your arms around his neck and his face close.
The corner of his mouth curved into a smirk. "I figured as much."
He pulled you in again, your body pressed firmly against his. As he kissed you, he turned you so you were now against the sink with his back facing the door. Without asking, he moved his hands to your waist and hoisted you onto the counter. Your butt fell partially into the sink but it really didn't matter to you. At least it wasn't wet. Although would it matter if it had been since you already were?
