The weekend after Harry and Draco's trip to London, found Harry alone once again in his study after a rather embarrassing encounter with Draco.
"Harry?" Draco knocked on the bedroom door, once, twice, three times before deciding to open it anyway, without permission.
Draco whipped the door open hurriedly, the door ricocheting off its hinges, threatening to beat Draco back out of the room. However the blonde caught it instantly as he saw, there in front of him, Harry scrambling around naked looking for clothes.
"Shit, I'm sorry!" Was all that Draco could say before the door slammed into his arse, as he rushed unwillingly from the room, and beautiful sight before him.
Harry cringed at the memory, before moving over to his open window and sitting himself before it. As if it was a normal occurrence, which it certainly wasn't, Harry reached to the windowsill for a packet of cigarettes he kept for occasions like this.
He couldn't really remember the time that he had last sat there and smoked, but he was sure it would have been the day he received his letter to announce his soon departure for Iceland. It was a stress reliever; being in control of your own health like that. It meant that he didn't have to go to extremes to get release, he didn't have to rely on the lack of sex he was getting and he certainly didn't have to go A.W.O.L in search of comfort.
Instead, Harry took to sitting before his cold, icy window. He lit the tip of his release with a simple thought out spell, and dragged on the tobacco intently, his lips curled around the butt like hands around gold.
And even though the tobacco was stale, it still seemed like the best thing to happen to him all day.
A knock on the door announced someone wishing to speak to him; Draco and at that moment it could have been Voldemort, risen from the dead, and Harry wouldn't have minded in the least, for his cigarette was all that mattered to him in that one little moment.
"Come in!" He said through the smoke.
Harry sat back, deeper in the chair, and waited for the blonde to speak up. Turning his head would have been too much, all he wanted to do was look out upon the dew marred grass in his backyard.
"I… I just wanted to apologise."
"I have had worse." Harry said, a tad rudely.
"Are you smoking?" Draco said rather amused.
"Yes I am, do you want one?"
"God," Draco moved closer, "I would love one!"
Draco finally came in sight, and to sore eyes he would have been like heaven after years in hell.
"Help yourself," Harry pointed to the packet, "They are off, but it's a bit of a kick."
Draco leaned to the sill of the window and picked the half full packet up. Once a cigarette was lit and in his mouth, he looked about for somewhere to sit. Harry, still in his daze, unintentionally pulled Draco into his lap so he was sitting, facing the window and slightly to the right of Harry, his side against Harry's chest.
"I didn't know you smoked?"
"Not many people do." Harry admitted, "You, Hermione and Ron are the only people I have ever smoked in front of."
Draco smiled, his eyes now fixed on a similar spot to Harry's. It felt warm around his chest, over Harry sharing something so personal.
"Thank you."
"For what?" Harry asked lazily.
"For letting me in…"
Harry's gaze let up to Draco, a twitch in his lips from a suppressed smile. The arm around the blonde held on tighter, and unbeknownst to Harry, the blonde was trying not to squirm from happiness at this simple, yet powerful touch.
"What happened after you fled from Hogwarts?" Harry asked, feeling as if the question not many knew the answer to, was the right time to be asked.
"What happened?" Draco snorted, "I hid with Snape in the mountains."
"How long?" Harry asked simply.
"Until the bastard let me flee from there, saying that because he could never find sanction from the Dark Lord, that the son he would ever have, even if not his, should."
Harry held tighter sub-consciously, his fingertips timidly rubbing Draco's hip. "Where did you go after that?"
"I looked for you…"
Harry looked deeply into the eyes of Draco, which had moved round to look for the response from Harry, which never came for as Harry opened his mouth the doorbell rang.
Draco jumped off immediately, watching as Harry flicked the stub of cigarette out the window.
Loss of contact left him cold in the chill and alone to finish his disease maker. It sickened him that the voice greeting Harry at the door was the caring one of Hermione and Draco could understand why.
He was falling for Harry. And when interrupted in falling, it often sends shocks to the system.
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Hermione didn't stay long, it was all a check up really. Draco learned to accept that, knowing it was a good thing Harry had people around him that cared just as much as he did.
But it still didn't change how peeved he was, that he was interrupted in his moment with Harry.
He let it slip though, deciding to walk off his lust through the fading streets. The dirty air rose through his lungs, attacking his spine with chill formed by this heavy guilt that resided over him, over his feelings for Harry.
Draco passed a muggle corner shop and popped inside, ordering the first packet of cigarettes he laid eyes on. The rest of his journey was spent trying to re-create that feeling he had whilst on Harry's lap.
XxXx
It was a surprise to Harry, that when he had woken from his unexpected slumber, that Draco was found transfixed to the television. Harry walked in to the sitting room and sat beside the ex-Slytherin, taking in what was on the screen.
Harry had never watched this show, in fact he had no clue what it was, but didn't interrupt so Draco could continue watching. In fact, Harry hoped his presence hadn't been registered by the blonde, and he didn't know why that was.
"Wine?" Draco asked after the programme had hit commercial break.
"Would love some!" Harry accepted the glass held to him and drank to glory on his empty stomach.
"Wow… thirsty?" Draco said sarcastically.
"Parched!" Harry licked his lips.
Draco poured the brunette another glass, his eyes looming over the liquid as it spilled into the glass, tainting the see through with an oil like presence.
They both reverted their eyes back to the television, watching as some meagre story line unfolded, the colors on the screen becoming blurry as the bottle of wine was emptied.
Draco hadn't realised he had been watching so intently, until Harry gave a little cough from beside him. His eyes glazed over as they moved accordingly from the box to Harry.
"This isn't making you uncomfortable is it?" Draco whispered.
"Wha… what?"
"The… the couple on tv?" Draco asked in question to the gay couple prancing about on the screen.
Harry gulped.
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