"Maybe," he murmured but again, neither of them moved, and instead, Harry brought her in closer. Everything else was a blur outside of the way her mouth and body felt against him. He was beyond thrilled that they would, finally, have time to be together.

Finally.

As right as this felt, suddenly, something in his gut twisted and he frowned. Harry knit his eyebrows together and pulled back from the kiss. He didn't feel right. "Hermione, d'you feel that," he asked but as soon as the words tumbled out, he wasn't in Grimmauld anymore.

Harry squinted at the sunshine pouring through the window and could hear children and parents outside saying farewell. He looked around the compartment then outside and frowned.

What... how... he had so many questions. How'd this happen? He looked down at his clothes and frowned.

Merlin.

Remembering that day, he only had a matter of time before Ronald Fucking Weasley came in, setting them down that particular path. While he wasn't sure at all what was happening, he knew he wasn't going to allow that to happen again. Harry pulled out his wand and charmed his luggage so if he had to leave the compartment to get away from the redhead, he didn't have to worry about it being tampered with.

That first time, he hadn't known Hermione right away so he wasn't sure when she arrived. That didn't mean he couldn't go and search the train for her though - it was better than waiting. He stood from his seat and walked to the door, opening it and looking out both ways.

This was absolute madness. Absolute bloody madness.

All he'd wanted was a night with Hermione where they didn't have to deal with anything until he next morning - was that really too much to ask?