Author's Notes:

Hello all! .

My name is Phil, and this here is my first ever fic "Tonight, Tonight."

This is a Draco/Harry, Hermione/Ron, Ginny/Blaise story, of course it's mainly just D/H because they are yummy :D

Reviews would be much appreciated, as this is my first attempt at writing. Criticism is more than welcome :D.

The title comes from the Smashing Pumpkins song "Tonight, Tonight."

Warning: Slash, Fluff, OOC, AU, HP/DM, alcohol, drugs, mature material.

Also, I'm looking for a beta, if anyone is interested!

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter I just use the characters for my fluffy enjoyment.

Harry opened his eyes that morning and realized that the world was a blur. Literally. He closed his eyes again and tried to recount yesterday's events.

Was it yesterday? Harry was unsure for just how long he had been asleep.

Keeping his eyes closed, Harry stretched his arms far above his head. He hadn't felt this rested in a very long time.

The truth was, ever since graduating from Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry two years ago, Harry never had a moment's peace. Everything he did was somehow involved in his overall goal of defeating Voldemort.

And up until yesterday, Harry thought that would never happen.

The battle was quick, and it felt to Harry it was over as soon as it had started. Like many of his run-ins with Voldemort, Harry felt that he had lucked out.

Even now, Harry can't quite remember how it happened exactly. Voldemort had been attacking all in sight with AKs and Harry was doing everything he could to get a shield charm to reach them first. On one of these times, the AK reflected back onto Voldemort.

..And then it was over. Just like that. Harry couldn't believe it. The next thing you knew, there were Death Eaters fleeing, and people rejoicing.

Harry remembers people crowding him, and congratulating him, thanking him. At some point he was lifted into the air and carried around the Quidditch pitch which the fight was fought on. And somewhere in all this time, he had lost his glasses.

Blurry eyed, he had walked away from the commotion, got on his broom, and flew to just outside the Hogwarts grounds where he could apparate to the London flat he had been living in since graduating.

Harry dramatically threw his covers off. He didn't want to get out of bed, but Harry knew that eventually he'd have to leave his cocoon of peace, and let the world resume around him once again.

His legs felt heavy as he swung them onto the floor. Looking down he could see blurs of black, blue, and red across his skin. He didn't need his glasses to know that these were the remains of the battle he had just taken part in.

Pulling on the pair of sweatpants that were next to his bed, he decided the shower could wait until after his morning coffee, and his cigarette.

Harry took up smoking about year ago, when the stress was really beginning to build up. He didn't need Hermione's daily reminders that it was a nasty habit, and that it was bad for him, but at the moment, he felt like he deserved a cigarette.

He walked out of his bedroom and was immediately greeted by someone throwing himself around his neck. He didn't need his glasses to know that the blur of brown hair was Hermione, and the orange-headed blur standing behind her was his best mate Ron Weasley.

"Oh, Harry! We were beginning to wonder if you were ever going to wake up!" Hermione said as she untangled herself from Harry, "I told Ron, 'if he's not up in another hour I'm going in there to make sure he's still alive."

"Good to see you, mate." Ron said smiling, clapping him on the back.

"Merlin..." Harry mumbled, heading to the kitchen to start a pot of coffee. Ron and Hermione exchanged glances, and followed him.

Harry sat down at the table in the kitchenette, and groped around the table for his cigarettes. Upon finding them he pulled one out of his pack, lit it, took a long drag, and sat back content with the sound of silence, and the smell of coffee brewing around him.

Ron and Hermione cautiously approached the table. They sat down, Hermione with a disapproving frown on her face. They were trying to read Harry; he was in one of those moods they didn't quite understand.

Harry squinted at them. He was hoping that he could have his morning alone to collect his thoughts, but if he was going to be with anyone right now, he wouldn't have picked any other people.

"Harry, why are you squinting?" Hermione asked, concerned.

"Well...I seem to have lost my glasses." Harry said slowly, still not fully awake.

The next thing he knew, Harry was staring down the end of a wand and everything was in focus.

"What did you do?" Harry asked, blinking a few times, unsure of what just happened.

"Oh, just a simple spell to fix your eyesight. You really should have had it done years ago, but you could never seem to part with those old glasses of yours." Hermione said matter-of-factly, although the look on her face would tell you that she was nervous that she had done something wrong.

"Oh, okay." Harry put the rest of his cigarette out, and got up and poured himself a cup of coffee. He leaned against the counter and looked at his two friends who were staring at him.

"What's up…?" Harry asked them uncertainly.

Ron and Hermione exchanged a glance before Ron opened his mouth.

"Um…well we were just, Um, wondering…what exactly you planned to do now that, you know, the war is over?"

Harry stared out the window. He could see buses going by, and life going on. He knew the answer to Ron's question, he just also knew that they wouldn't like it.

He sat down, and faced them. Their brown and blue wide-eyes stared at him, questioning him.

He sighed, and looked down at his hands in his lap. He was nervous, and he was fidgeting, and he also knew that Ron and Hermione could tell that as well.

"Harry, you know we won't mind what you end up choosing, it's really not a big deal." Hermione reassured him, as she soothingly took his arm.

Harry took a swig of his coffee, and reached for his cigarettes. He lit his cigarette and took a long drag. After watching the smoke drift away from his mouth, he turned to Ron and Hermione.

"I think I'm going to go into hiding. I need a new identity for a little while. I want to live in America, I think."

So, that's my first chapter! I hope you enjoyed it.

I have chapters 1-3 already written, so maybe if I see some reviews I'll continue to post .