DISCLAIMER: I don't own Harry Potter in any which way. Are you surprised by that? ;)
Author's Note: This has been in my head since last night when I couldn't fall asleep. I have never smoked so if the effects of not smoking aren't correct then that's why. All mistakes are my own since I was writing this at 3:30 in the morning. Reviews brighten my day! Should I be concerned? ;)
Hermione had been tossing and turning in her bed all night. It seemed the stress with work and quitting smoking was really taking a toll on the witch. Hermione smoked? Past tense. She had decided to quit about two months ago. Like everyone else, she still got those urges to 'lit one up for old time's sake. '
She slowly moved her hand to her bedside to grab her wand. Whispering "Lumos" and moving deftly across the room, Hermione opened her window. Leaving her wand on the windowsill, she climbed out of hr bedroom. Landing with a soft thud, Hermione began to crawl towards the beam, where the two rafters met. It was quite a ways up and very steep. On the beam was a small bag. Inside it were two items, a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. When Hermione put the bag there after she decided to quit, people told her she was tempting herself. She saw it a different way. Inside the pack of cigarettes was just one cigarette. You see? When she smokes that one, there won't be any more for her.
Just a foot away from the bag, Hermione's foot slide. Scrapping the roofing with her nails, she slid with a whoosh back down to her window. Looking back up towards the bag, a disgusted look came upon Hermione's face. Shaking her head, Hermione crawled back into hr room. Flopping onto her bed, she took a ragged breath. Ginny had told her that jogging could relieve stress.
'Oh what the hell,' Hermione thought. Getting up, Hermione changed into running shorts and a running tank top. Tucking her wand into her wand holster, Hermione left her house. After about a quarter of a mile, Hermione saw a figure jogging up ahead. Recognizing the man, she quickened her pace. Within a few moments, she was jogging alongside the man.
"Another craving?" Hermione asked.
"Yes. You as well?" Draco asked.
Nodding, Hermione jogged on. After a few minutes, Draco caught up again. They ran in silence for awhile. She didn't know why she liked it, him jogging beside her. It might seem odd to an observer. Two people who jog next to each other just about every night, barely talking. Draco and Hermione had formed some sort of friendship. Incidentally, Hermione moved into a neighborhood where many Ministry officials and Healers lived. Draco had been living there for some time when he heard about Hermione moving in. They had become acquaintances at work and were, to many peoples' surprises, civilized to each other.
One day on break, Hermione had nonchalantly said that she wanted to quit smoking.
Draco had suggested they make a pact to quit smoking together.
One year later, neither Draco nor Hermione had cravings for nicotine anymore. What people say really is true. Support is key in overcoming an addiction. Sometimes beautiful things come from supportive people, like friendship.
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