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WARNING: IF YOU'RE A HOMOPHOBIC FUCK-WIT WHO DOESN'T UNDERSTAND THAT A SLASH IS A MALE/MALE RELATIONSHIP, LET ME MAKE THIS CLEAR: DO. NOT. READ. THIS. STORY. IF. YOU, DON'T. LIKE. IT. I DON'T WANT ANY HATE BECAUSE THIS STORY IS A SLASH AND YOU DON'T LIKE THAT. ONCE MORE, THIS IS A STORY ABOUT A MALE/MALE RELATIONSHIP. IF YOU DO NOT ENJOY IT DO NOT READ. Thank you.

Warning 2: This story will have swearing and dark subjects and may be unsuitable for children under the age of 13.

DISCLAIMER: Sadly, I don't own the Harry Potter franchise.

CHAPTER 2: Mother Draco

Previously on Cigarette Smoke and Fire Whiskey Breath:

Draco had no idea what the fuck he was doing. There was his long-time enemy, smoking. He was just staring at the pages, turning them every-so-often."I'm sorry." Potter looked him straight in the eyes. "I'm really, really sorry."

The blonde wizard didn't know how to answer that. For several moments, Draco just stared at Harry dumbly, mouth opening and closing. "What for?" Was all he was able to get out.

"I dunno, everything I guess." Harry wanted a clean slate with the other man. Years and years of fighting, both physically and verbally, he was ready for that to end. Silence stretched between them for minutes. 'I fucked up didn't I' thoughts of regret circled Harry's head. The wizard lit another cigarette and took one big puff of smoke.

Surprisingly, Malfoy plucked the cigarette from Harry's lips and put it out. "You're going to kill yourself with that thing Potter, then I won't have anyone to compete against on the pitch." Again silence filled the quiet library. Then Harry smiled, and soon enough he was full-blown laughing, tears streaming down his face. Draco gave Harry a puzzled look. "What? You can't tell me that the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff seekers are challenging competitors?" Harry's laughs slowly died down. He sighed and sat up a bit more. Harry wasn't sure how to answer that. Malfoy did have a point, he brought a challenge to the game that the others couldn't.

"The muggles smoke all the time, it's calming and I'm at least 70% sure wizards can't get lung cancer. No need to worry." The two laughed at the comment before settling in a comfortable silence. Both of them began reading some old books from the bottom shelves. For hours they just sat and read, sometimes pointing to interesting passages in the books. Harry checked his watch, surprised at the time. "We better head to the Great Hall, almost dinner." The two of them stood, not knowing what to do. The next thing that came from Malfoy's mouth was the most surprising thing about that day.

"I forgive you, and I'm very sorry." Harry was a bit surprised, seeing how they spent the entire afternoon together, but answered anyways.

"And I forgive you." He held out his hand. If Harry wanted to make a new start, then he had to do the one thing that fucked it all up. Draco looked at the hand, realizing what it meant. Potter was extending his friendship to him, just like he did 7 years ago. Potter then said something that would confuse Draco for years to come.

"I'm Harry, and you are?" Draco decided in that moment what to do. He took Harry's hand and shook it.

"Draco, a pleasure to meet you." Afterwards the two walked to the Great Hall in silence, and for the first time in months, Harry didn't want to smoke or have a drink. It was a nice feeling that he wished would stay forever.

The feeling didn't last long. When Harry reached the Gryffindor table, Hermione started pestering him with questions.

"Where the hell have you been?"

"I was in the library."

"Why were you in the library?"

"It was quiet there."

Eventually she stopped but still had that look on her face. Later would be hell. He picked at his meal, eating a few bites. Harry quickly lost his appetite. "I think I'll go ahead and turn in for the night, there's classes tomorrow and I want to get up early to study." This year the green-eyed wizard wanted to get ahead in all his classes, no slacking off. He stood from the table and left the great hall, leaving behind a confused red head, concerned brunette, and a curious blonde.

Once he reached the dormitories, Harry collapsed onto his bed. Somewhere in his trunk there was the bottle of Jack Daniels. Harry dug through it and found the muggle whiskey. It wasn't as strong as fire whiskey, but it would do. Harry opened the bottle and took a swig. "I told you that you shouldn't do that. Do you even remember last night?" Draco was standing in the doorway giving the other wizard a stern look.

Harry didn't want to remember the night before, but there were bits and pieces he could still recall. A flash of naked pale skin came to his mind, which made Harry take another swig. Draco strode up to him and took the bottle. The black haired man was really starting to concern the blonde. "You can't use this," he held the bottle up, " to mask what you feel right now. The war is over and yeah, it kind of fucking sucks right now, but that gives you no reason to stop caring about everything. You're still so young, there's no fucking reason why you should throw your life away. You can't see it but all you friends are concerned, hell I'm-" Draco was interrupted by two lips against his.

Harry was kissing him..again. He wrapped his arms around the other's neck, leaning deeper into the kiss. Harry bit Draco's lip softly, slipping his tongue inside when the blonde let out a quiet moan. Before anything could get anymore heated, the kiss ended slowly. Harry leaned into Draco, resting his chin on the other's head, wrapping his arms around the blonde wizard's waist. They stayed like that for several minutes, saying absolutely nothing. A tear ran down Harry's cheek, and then another. A sob escaped his lips, and the dam broke. Draco led Harry to his bed, and held him as he cried.

Harry awoke the next morning with his head on a rising and falling chest. Dried tears were crusted onto his face and his eyes were puffy and red. Instead of leaving like he did yesterday, the man stayed where he was.
When Draco woke up, the emerald-eyed wizard was lightly dozing curled up around him. He wasn't sure what the hell was happening between him and his ex-arch enemy, but it wasn't necessarily bad. Harry slowly opened his eyes stretching out and yawning. He checked his watch. "Damn, already 7:30. We should probably go down soon."

Draco chuckled and slid out of the bed. "I'm going to hop in the shower, see you down there." He trudged to the bathroom, but a hand grabbed his wrist, pulling him into a soft kiss.

"Meet me in the library at lunch, same place." Harry walked out of the dorm quickly not looking back. A deep blush seeped onto Draco's face.

"Did you just ask me on a date Potter?" he murmured. Shaking his head, Draco proceeded to the showers.

Harry stumbled through the halls dazed. Why did he ask Draco to meet him in the library? When did Malfoy become Draco? Emotions ran wild throughout Harry's head as he walked past the great hall. A voice rang behind him. "Harry James Potter you better get your ass in the great hall now before I drag you there myself." The wizard turned around slowly to see Draco standing there, hair soaked and ruffled, his uniform a mess. He was breathing heavily, smoke almost coming out of his ears. "You barely ate a thing yesterday, you're not skipping any meals. Do I have to drag your skinny ass into that hall?" Harry opened and closed his mouth like a fish out of water.

"I-I'm not hungry." He stammered. The blonde grabbed the other man's ear and started pulling him towards the great hall.

The entire hall went silent as the doors opened and they saw a protesting Harry Potter being dragged in there by his rival Draco Malfoy. "Hey, stop! Fuck that hurts! Okay, OKAY I'll eat, just let go!" Draco took him all the way to the Gryffindor table and sat him down next to Ginny. She looked questionably at the two.

"This prick," He said as he filled a plate with food, "needs to eat the entire plate before he can leave." Draco looked at Hermione and Ginny seriously, Harry was protesting loudly but the blonde Slytherin just ignored him. " I swear if Potter doesn't finish every last crumb I will come over here and shove it down his throat. Granger, Weaslette, make sure he eats." Here he lent down and whispered "He's too thin for my liking." With that Draco walked to his table, sitting so he would face Harry. The man in question was glaring at the rest of the table, but with no real malice in his eyes. He sighed loudly but when Ginny. who was sitting next to him, poked his side, he began eating bits of fruit.

"I told him I wasn't hungry, but did that stop him? Not at fucking all. Bloody embarrassing that was." Harry knew the Slytherin meant no actual harm, but it really was reminded him of Mrs. Weasley. His musings were broken when Ginny poked him with her fork again. "Ginny I'm not a five year old, I know when I need to eat." Ginny looked back at him with a strong glare.

"When you stop acting like one then you'll stop being treated like one. Now eat more than a bloody grape at a time, or else you'll be late for class." Harry grumbled again but began to eat quicker. Hermione glanced over at Draco to see him smiling at Harry. 'He really has changed. hasn't he?' She thought idly. Soon enough Mcgonagall was going down the table passing out schedules.

"Guess they haven't gotten a transfiguration professor yet." Ron said quietly. The new Malfoy puzzled him. Even if he wasn't the most observant person, anyone with eyes could see that Malfoy was good for his best friend. The first night they were all back. Memories better left alone were brought up, and he could tell that Harry is having a hard time being in the castle. Hell, even being back in the wizarding world. 'Maybe...Maybe Malfoy is the kick in the ass Harry needs right now.'The ginger thought.

Harry looked at his schedule with a frown. Double potions is first. With the Slytherins too. That didn't really bother him. It was Snape that worried him the most. during the war, he almost died, but as any competent wizard would, kept a bozar with him at all times. While the others were busy looking at their time- tables, Harry took the chance to run. He heard shouts of protest behind the doors but ignored them. All he had to do was get to his room so he could shower and grab his books. Harry might've felt bad for the others, but he was on a mission. He made a mental note to apologise later.

After a quick shower, Harry went down to the dungeons to wait for class to start. The door to the room itself was already open so he entered. The classroom was darker than most and quiet. Nobody was there yet, not even Snape himself. harry found a seat in the very back of the room, slightly hidden in the shadows. Over the summer, the wizard refused to even glance at any magical items. He spent the entire time using only muggle items, getting used to the newer devices. Even at the Dursley's when Harry was younger, he was never allowed to use the phone or watch the telly. Although he didn't bring it, he bought a Nokia 5110 over the summer. He rather liked the muggle world, and maybe when this was all over, he would snap his wand and become a full muggle.

No, that wasn't possible. whether it's in ten, twenty, or thirty years, Britain will still want it's "Savior" He scoffed at that. He wasn't a savior. He was a man who just wanted to be left alone. Who wanted nothing more than to be someone else. The distant sound of students chattering broke Harry from his soppy inner monologue. 'Grow some fucking balls' He told himself.
When Harry saw people start to enter the room he pulled out his potions book and waited patiently. Soon enough he'd get his ass chewed for not finishing his breakfast like a good little boy. He rolled his eyes but still gulped a bit when a furious Draco came storming into the classroom searching for Harry.

The Gryfindor ducked under the table to hide from the blonde, but Neville saw Harry. "What are you doing under the table mate?" Draco walked over to Neville eerily calm.

"Longbottom, is Harry under the table?" Confused, Neville nodded slowly. The Slytherin bent down and looked Harry in the eye. "Harry. James. Potter. Get up and tell me why you ran from breakfast?" Draco was still speaking in a calm voice, but his eyes betrayed him. They were like two pools of molten silver filled with a fire-fuled rage.

"Well it's plain and simple: I'm not hungry." That was the truth and nothing but the truth. The look Draco gave him though, made him think otherwise. "On second thought may-" A hand shot out and grabbed Harry by the hair. Draco threw Harry onto a chair, while simultaneously pulling out a sandwich out of his bag.
"You are going to sit here at eat this while I watch, or so help me you will regret it." Harry mumbled something about mother henning and Draco glared at him harder. Hell yeah he'd mother hen that dick until he was fed. "You're too damn skinny for your own good." Class began not long after. Severus gave the blonde a look when he saw Harry grumbling and picking at a sandwich. Draco just mouthed 'I'll tell you later.' Potions went on and the first hour was just lecturing. He had to glare at the stubborn man next to him every so often when he would stop eating. By the actual potion-making hour, the sandwich was gone and all the was left was a pouting Harry. out "Today you will be starting the Draught of Living Peace. I expect perfection. Begin." Through the next hour Harry was like clockwork. He didn't say a word and did everything with perfect movements. By the end of class, the potion was finished.

Draco was baffled when Harry just got up and set his potion on the desk. When Harry saw Draco's expression he simply stated, "It's just like cooking. Once you figure that out, it's all easy really." Severus motioned for Draco to stay after everyone had left.

"Now can you tell me why you made, Potter of all people, eat in my class?" Draco wondered how he would answer this. On one hand he could lie, say something vindictive about the black haired Gryffindor, but he couldn't really. Harry, he didn't know why, but Harry has become a sweet spot for him. Maybe he always wanted to be his friend, maybe he wanted to be more. Whatever it was could be figured out later.

"The war's over Sev. No matter how, it hurt every single one of us. Harry's been hurt bad, and he needs someone there for him. That prick doesn't take good care of himself, so if I have to be the one there for him, I'll do it. Besides, it's quite fun dragging him into the Great Hall by the ear." Severus sat back in shock. The boy-no man has become someone new. Someone he didn't know before the war. Gone was the stuck up little daddy's boy and here is a proud man who really cares for someone.

"Fine, but I don't want to see anymore food in my classroom understood?" Draco laughed and nodded before dashing out of the room to his next class. It didn't make a bit of sense, but then again, when you're talking about Harry Potter it never made an sense.

"I'm tell you 'Mione, it was absolutely mortifying. It's traumatizing really." Harry ranted to his friends in the library later that day. Hermione glanced at him over her book, giving him a look that screamed 'does it look like I care?'. A door opened and footsteps padded along the carpeted flooring. Behind a large bookshelf, blonde hair could be seen peeking out. Ron stopped copying Harry's Transfiguration homework and saw Draco standing awkwardly next to the shelf. Grey eyes stared into blue for what seemed like an eternity. Ron stood abruptly and made a hurried excuse to the people at the table.

"I-I've got to-uh-clean my... feet.." Harry shot a confused and slightly disgusted look to his back as he ran out the door. Draco was just as confused as Harry was, but also intrigued. He shrugged it off and sat in the vacant seat, propping is feet on the table. A distinctive meow could be heard under the table, and a furry ball came shooting at the blonde.

"GAHH, get this beast off, get it OFF!" Harry chuckled low and took the kitten off of Draco. He softly pet Dora and set her on his lap

"Oh she's just a little rowdy today." Draco glared darkly at the kitten, scooting further from Harry and Dora. "Draco, she is just a baby, there's nothing to be scared of. At most you might get a little scratch but then again most cats, young or old, do that." Harry spoke calmly, but it was difficult to keep the smile off his face. The Slytherin still look unsure, but reached out his hand to pet Dora.

"Mew." The kitten gave him a dead stare and he retreated quickly. A soft giggle could be heard from behind the large dusty tomb. Hermione set the book down and held her hands out as if to as to hold Dora. Harry set the furry torpedo into her arms. Dora rubbed her head against Hermione's chest as the Gryfindor scrubbed lightly at the kitten's belly. Dora purred loudly, making Harry smile.

The blonde Slytherin saw the green eyed man smile, and his heart melted slightly. This alarmed him. He wasn't supposed to fall for the dumbass, just make sure he's taken care of. 'You know you want to be more.' a voice that sounded suspiciously like the woman sitting across from him said softly in his head. 'Maybe I do, but does he?' Draco glanced at the bespeckled man just as Harry looked at him.

Their eyes met, and Draco knew that he was falling for him, too quickly. The blonde could see regret, pain, amusement, and an undefined emotion in Harry's eyes. 'What have I gotten myself into?' he thought abysmally.

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