Smoke
Title: Smoke
Author: amethyst18
Rating: PG-13
Words: 250
Notes: Written for Week 1 of the April Challenge over at dyno_drabbles. The prompt was "first and last."
When the night air greeted him, he couldn’t pull the silver case from his pocket fast enough.
With trembling fingers, he quickly pulled one of the fags from the case and lit it with his wand. As he inhaled deeply, he allowed the familiar taste and sensation to calm his senses.
It was only after he had finished the first fag and started on a second that he realized he wasn’t alone.
She came out from the shadows, her long red hair illuminated by the moonlight.
She didn’t speak, but as she came to stand beside him, she pulled the silver case from his pocket.
He watched as she lit a fag, put it to her lips, and inhaled deeply.
“I didn’t know you smoked, Weasley.” He smirked at her.
She glared at him, blowing the puff of smoke out her nostrils. “I don’t. This is my first time.”
“First and last.” He murmured, pulling the fag from her lips. “You really shouldn’t start. It’s a horrid habit.” He flicked her fag to the ground, and with one last inhale, tossed his as well.
They stood watching the embers fade until her clear voice broke the silence.
“You could end this, you know?”
He shrugged. “I could… but I won’t.”
She turned to face him, a single tear falling down her cheek. “They’ll try to separate us. They’ll never understand.”
He gently smoothed her cheek, “No, but does it really matter?”
She reached for his hand and squeezed tightly.
“No.”
Author: amethyst18
Rating: PG-13
Words: 250
Notes: Written for Week 1 of the April Challenge over at dyno_drabbles. The prompt was "first and last."
When the night air greeted him, he couldn’t pull the silver case from his pocket fast enough.
With trembling fingers, he quickly pulled one of the fags from the case and lit it with his wand. As he inhaled deeply, he allowed the familiar taste and sensation to calm his senses.
It was only after he had finished the first fag and started on a second that he realized he wasn’t alone.
She came out from the shadows, her long red hair illuminated by the moonlight.
She didn’t speak, but as she came to stand beside him, she pulled the silver case from his pocket.
He watched as she lit a fag, put it to her lips, and inhaled deeply.
“I didn’t know you smoked, Weasley.” He smirked at her.
She glared at him, blowing the puff of smoke out her nostrils. “I don’t. This is my first time.”
“First and last.” He murmured, pulling the fag from her lips. “You really shouldn’t start. It’s a horrid habit.” He flicked her fag to the ground, and with one last inhale, tossed his as well.
They stood watching the embers fade until her clear voice broke the silence.
“You could end this, you know?”
He shrugged. “I could… but I won’t.”
She turned to face him, a single tear falling down her cheek. “They’ll try to separate us. They’ll never understand.”
He gently smoothed her cheek, “No, but does it really matter?”
She reached for his hand and squeezed tightly.
“No.”