Title: Addiction
Author: madeira3188
Character/Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 576
Summary: Harry Potter gets a new addiction, with the prodding from the most unexpected person, that is.
Warnings: AU, now, I suppose. Hogwarts!fic, set directly after GoF. Oh, and the gratuitous use of the word fag – though, not in the bad, homophobic way.
Authors Notes: This was written...four and a half years ago? This was unearthed from the very depths on my computer – written sometime during my interesting High School year – so, umm, please, feel free to laugh at it. Or with it. That works, too.
"Well, what do you know? Perfect Potter has a vice. What would your fan club think?"
Harry sucked on the cigarette. "Well, what do you know? Perfect Potter's pain in the neck decided to grace us with his glowing presence," he quipped. "You speak so much of my fan club, I'm starting to think that you actually care."
The other boy snorted in response.
"You know, since Ginny started dating Seamus, I heard she hasn't had much time for her fan club duties." Harry leaned closer to the boy in front of him, whispering. "I even heard that they're looking for a new president. You might want to send in your application. After all, you're as every bit obsessed with my fan club as Ginny."
"Who knows, Potter? It's a strange night. I am talking to you, am I not?"
Harry threw his used cigarette to the ground and squashed it. He took another stick from his pack and lit it, taking another long drag.
The other boy wrinkled his nose in disgust. "Potter, I do hope that your minute brain realises that fags are terrible for your health."
"Why Malfoy, I didn't know you cared."
"Oh, do get a grip. Die on me if you want, I could care less. I'm simply doing the wizarding world a favour by saving their precious Boy Wonder from emphysema."
Harry shrugged. "Everyone needs an addiction. You have this weird addiction for following my every move --"
"I do not," Malfoy interrupted.
Harry waved him off. "-- Shut up, and let me finish. I'm trying to make a point here. Anyway, where was I? Oh, yes. You have your addiction for following me, Colin has his camera, and Ron has his Quidditch. And me? Well, I have my bloody fags."
Malfoy scoffed. "Very eloquently put, Potter. I would have expected as much that you're addicted to something as uncouth as a fag."
"Says the man whose addiction is following me?"
"I'm a man now? Interesting. Yesterday I was a ferret; the day before that, I was a rat. And here I thought I was becoming a rodent. Thanks for clarifying that I'm still human, Potter."
Harry sucked on his cigarette and blew a puff of smoke on Malfoy.
"Very mature, Potter. You should really get a new addiction. Sucking a fag does not become you. Honestly, you are an adult. Don't you think it's time for you to learn some etiqu - "
Harry held his chin and kissed him. No, Harry devoured him. Malfoy gasped at the sudden intrusion. Harry took this opportunity to insert his tongue inside Malfoy's mouth, tasting every crevice that he could touch. Malfoy couldn't help but moan. Harry's mouth was hot. He could taste the bitter tinge of the cigarette on Harry's mouth, he could feel Harry's tongue caressing his own.
But the sensation didn't last long, much to Malfoy's chagrin. Harry pulled back, his air supply getting scarce.
"What the fuck was that?" Malfoy sputtered, his breath still ragged from the kiss.
Harry smirked. "I'm listening to you for once. I'm getting a new addiction."
And so, Harry kissed went back to his new addiction again. And again. And again.