Harry spread out on his side, left hand tracing indistinguishable patterns on the smooth surface of the lake. He could feel his lighter pressing into his hip and the cardboard of the cigarette packet cracking beneath his weight. This proved a distraction as Harry mentally played his most recent favourite game: 'How long can the nicotine be resisted ?' Usually for Harry, it wasn't very long at all. Familiar footsteps crunched lightly over the flaking rocks, coming closer as the sarcastic voice aired the opening comment of the night.

"Trying out a new position this evening are we Potter ?" Harry smirked as he swung his legs round and propped himself up into the usual sitting position.
"Oh you know us Gryffindors," he replied "always eager to blindly try new things." Harry looked up at Draco just in time to see his eyes roll as he sat down.
"There was me thinking you'd got over all that Gryffindork nonsense." Harry gasped and held his hand offer his heart in feigned offence at the comment, causing Draco's lips to twitch into the tiniest of smiles "I can't believe you would think me any less heroic than I used to be, I mean wouldn't it be such a tragedy if there were no one around to say ...save random hapless Hufflepuff's from drowning in the lake ?" Harry said mockingly as he removed his hand from his heart in order to extract the fresh, albeit now rather squashed, packet of cigarettes. Draco snorted before replying, "You, and the rest of the world, call it tragedy ? I'd call it good population curbing."

Harry let out the briefest of laughs as he methodically unwrapped the plastic, sitting it on the rock.
"Incendio." Draco called as Harry had barely enough time to shuffle a little distance to the side to avoid the melting plastic. He took a cigarette from the pack, placing it back in his pocket as he brought out his lighter. The plastic crumpled into a charred heap and Draco prodded it into the lake with the end of his wand where it sank without a trace as Harry lit up, smoke curling into the air.

The blonde lifted his nose higher in the air, taking a long sniff of the cigarette smoke before his lips curled into a look of sheer disdain. In that moment Harry was reminded fleetingly of how Lucius Malfoy looked when he saw Harry or how Narcissa used to look all of the time.
"How can you smoke that stuff ?" Draco asked him rather inarticulately, waving a hand in the general direction of the cigarette Harry was now taking a second drag from.
"I have no idea, it's disgusting really but it works as a relaxant for me," he shrugged, clearly not able to elaborate further "care to try some Malfoy ?" He held the white stick in front if the Slytherin,
"No thank you Harry ," was the scathing retort "I think I'll pass on the crude muggle drugs." He finished the statement with a hair toss that Harry wasn't even sure the blonde was conscious of doing.

"Scared Malfoy ?" The challenge hung in the air, Harry and Draco both knowing the easiest way to convince either party to participate in any action was to make it into a challenge. Draco turned, one shaped blonde eyebrow lifted,
"You wish." He snatched the cigarette from between Harry's fingers and placed it without hesitation to his lips. It was obvious from that moment that Draco was thoroughly disgusted by the experience. He inhaled slowly yet expelled the smoke at top speed with a cough as he practically threw the cigarette back at Harry.
"That.." He managed to gasp through hacks "was utterly revolting." Harry was shaking with suppressed laugher as Draco began repeatedly sticking his tongue out in a most undignified manor.

Draco, who was too repulsed to notice, continued to cough and moan about how awful the tobacco had been "My tongue feels all fuzzy ...thoroughly unpleasant habit you have there Potter."
Harry lost all control of his hilarity as soon as the normally poised, witty Slytherin said the word 'fuzzy' and was now leaning on Draco's shoulder for support.

"Oh yes my trauma is very bloody funny, Merlin Potter that's twice now I've had you in hysterics clearly I'm either very funny or you are just a total imbecile." Harry managed to gain some composure at the insult and his head shot from his resting place on the blonde's shoulder
"Malfoy, you can't go using words like 'imbecile' when I just heard you use the word 'fuzzy' ...I mean you really don't strike me as the fuzzy type." Draco glared back as Harry casually took a draw of the cigarette that was nearly defunct after the hilarity.
"Well I was most traumatised and couldn't think of a better word." Harry rolled his eyes, flicking his cigarette into the water.

"Very well then Draco but it was hardly a trauma." Draco let out a most unmanly huff
"It was so, it was utterly repulsive." His pink lips shaped into a pout as he grumpily folded his arms.
"Oh lord Malfoy you're such a bloody..."
"A what Potter ?" Draco snapped at Harry who found this sulking Draco not as nearly as menacing as Draco seemed to think he would.
"A bloody drama queen " Harry's added emphasis was not lost on Draco who turned back to scowl once more. Harry fought back a bout of giggles as Draco appeared to be entirely serious.
"I am not a queen ," he spat "drama or otherwise." He turned his focus back to the lake and pouted again through huffs and hair tossing.
"You flaming well are Draco ! You don't even notice you're doing it !" Draco looked at the Gryffindor, annoyance replaced by a stare of questioning "You are bloody pouting Malfoy."

Draco gasped indignantly, getting to his feet abruptly and glaring down at Harry.
"I do not pout !" Harry waited for a brat-like foot stamp but it never came "It is the natural formation of my lips." Once again it took a lot for Harry to repress his laughter but he tried his best as he scrambled to his feet and stood in front of Draco.
"Very well I believe you Malfoy." Draco's eyes swept over him with a calculating gaze, trying to feel out any sarcasm in Harry's statement. Seemingly satisfied, Draco unfolded his arms and finally stopped glaring, replacing it with a mischievous glint.
"Apologise." It wasn't a request, more of a command. Harry gaped incredulously back at him, sighing in resolve.
"Fine, I'm sorry I made fun of you and called you a queen." Harry added what he hoped had been a charming smile at the end, hoping to win Draco's forgiveness quicker. For a moment the Slytherin seemed won over but a smirk settled itself on the pale face.
"You Gryffindor's are easier to tame than people would think ...now I must leave and repeatedly brush my teeth to erase the taste of tonight." He turned on his heel just as Harry replied to his goodbye.

"Either that or find something better to taste." He smirked at his rare display of quick wit yet was surprised at his own overtly flirtatious comment. Draco looked back over his shoulder at the Gryffindor, blonde hair falling over most of his face
"In which case I'm afraid to disappoint you Potter but that counts you well out." With a swish of blonde hair and black robes the Slytherin made his way over the dry rocky path, not hearing Harry's quiet issue of the word "damn".