This chapter just sort of came to me. I was thinking about Draco and how he would be after that first smoke. Where would he even get them? And then I saw Narcissa Malfoy in a tobacco shop, and it practically wrote itself from that point on...

I hope you enjoy!

(As a warning, I didn't spend as much time picking this one apart as I normally do, so sorry if it's below par or something, and as recently I have been ignoring my beta, this one also follows the general pattern of: too excited)

EDIT: Noticed a terrible typo that my OCD demanded I fix...momentarily slightly upset that no one mentioned it...will move on...

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Draco inhaled the smoke quickly, noticing the diminishing crowd of students. The train would be leaving soon.

After figuring out how difficult it was to obtain cigarettes in the wizarding world, Draco had finally gotten the nerve to owl his mother and ask for her to mail him some. She had only replied that morning, a month later than his request, with a strict warning about muggle tobacco shops and a single pack of Marlboro Reds.

Draco had been scampering around for cigarettes ever since that day by the lake with Ron Weasley. Normally it would be because of a craving for nicotine that made him so desperate, but in fact smoking was absolutely disgusting in Draco's mind. It was actually something else about it that made him yearn for it.

It could be a different brand, a different type, but they were all the same in the end. They all offered the same effect.

Somehow, when Draco smoked a fag, he was always brought back to that day a few months ago, when Ron had given him a smoke. Now, every time he inhaled, he smelled not only the acrid tobacco, but the faint scent of earthen decay, the crisp smell of the morning dew, and the sweet aroma of Ron' hair.

Draco inhaled another draw and opened his eyes to see the person of his thoughts standing only a few meters away. Ron's eyes widened and he quickly hastened toward Draco, who quickly put out the cigarette and stepped towards the train innocently.

"Oh no you don't. You were smoking, weren't you?" Ron accused, grabbing hold of Draco's elbow.

Draco put on his best sneer, "Don't be absurd. Please release me, I'm boarding the train."

"Come on, let me have a fag. I've been craving one all day," Ron pleaded, ignoring Draco's request and tugging more firmly on his elbow.

"No way. I've been waiting a month for these. You are not getting one." Draco snarled, finally snatching his arm away.

Ron frowned, "Oh, come on. I gave you one of mine awhile ago, you owe me."

"You call that nasty thing a fag? I think not." Draco drawled, moving toward the train again.

Ron dashed in front of him and blocked his way, "Malfoy, give me a goddamn cigarette. Now."

Draco did not appreciate the threatening tone in Ron's voice, but still grudgingly obliged, pulling out the box of Marlboros.

Ron hastily put the fag in his mouth and lit it with his wand with shaking hands, a sign that worried Draco a little. Was Weasley truly this hooked? Draco watched the satisfied expression on Ron's face as the redhead inhaled and exhaled, "Nothing is better than a good fag, eh?"

Draco was about to respond when suddenly a gust of wind blew across them and he was hit with the scent of Ron and cigarette smoke again. He stiffened in shock as his heart rate jumped. Struggling to maintain a cool demeanor, he brushed around Ron and onto the train, praying that the Gryffindor couldn't hear his heart pounding.

It was only after he was on the train and in a compartment with other Slytherins that he realized he'd left the Marlboros with Ron.

As he rode the train, Draco fumed silently to himself, debating whether or not he should demand the small box back. It had taken a lot to get them, but at the same time, he didn't want to spend more time with Weasley than he had to, considering the effect the redhead had on him now. Draco then realized that soon he would be at home and he could get them whenever he pleased.

He leaned back and sighed, deciding that he would let the pack go, no matter how much it hurt.

After the train had arrived at 9¾, Draco fled the compartment and the train, finding his parents as quickly as possible. He heard Weasley call after him, but ignored the cries and hurried toward the portal.

Just as he was about to go through, Draco's heart skipped a beat when he realized that he might never see Weasley again. He probably wouldn't have another chance to see him, or smoke with him, or smell that intoxicating scent, ever again. He turned around and spotted Weasley struggling though the crowd. Their eyes connected and Ron paused.

Draco noticed the smoke hanging from the corner of Ron's mouth, unlit. The intention was clear: Weasley wanted them to share a smoke.

Draco's heart thudded in his chest as Ron slowly stepped toward him.

Then the moment was over as Draco's mother whisked him through the portal with a viselike grip on his shoulder.

The last thing he saw before the bricks closed over him was Ron Weasley's expression of surprise and disappointment.

That same day Draco received a small package from a very small and hyper owl. It was the box of Marlboros (slightly crushed on one corner) and a note that said 'Thanks'.

Draco threw the red and white box into his fireplace in anger.

Damn all, he really was in love with Ronald Weasley.

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At this point, I think the whole 'collection of oneshots' is turning into a lie. Do you guys mind? Hope not, because now I've got 2 more chapters that are almost ready to put up here.