Drabble - Second Hand Smoke
Title: Second Hand Smoke
Author: Babykat
Pairing: Draco/Hermione
Rating: PG
Summary: Draco and Hermione meet after a split.
Disclaimer: I neither own nor claim to own anything HP related. Everything belongs to JKR. I'm just borrowing some characters for a bit.
He started smoking again.
She hadn't seen him smoke since the day they were re-introduced.
"Why are you doing that?" Hermione took a seat across from Draco and began removing all the materials from her bag.
"It's something to do," Draco exhaled a long breath of smoke. She knew that look he wore on his face. He was hurting and trying his best to hide it, a mask reserved for people he didn't know. It had been years since he had given her that look.
"Where do you want to start?"
"Do you regret your decision?" Draco's stare was hard and engaging, the cigarette burning to ash slowly between his fingers.
Hermione let out an audible sigh before putting down her quill. "Draco, you said you wouldn't do this."
"I know I did. But I just need to know if you really want this."
"We've been over this. I need to move on. I'm done, Draco."
At her reply he leaned back in his chair, eyes averted to the ground, and took a deep drag.
"Look, this is out last project for the semester. Once this is over you'll hardly ever see me-"
"That's not what I want."
"That doesn't matter. Once we finish this it will all be over."
All he did was sit across from her, blinking the smoke out of his eyes each time he brought the fag to his lips.
"Maybe today was a bad day to start. We have at least a month. Owl me when you're ready," she put back her books and parchments.
Draco didn't move. He watched her out of the corner of his eye. Her jaw was set and her movements purposeful. She was upset. He inhaled her citrus and vanilla scent as she passed. Once the smell of smoke took over he looked down at his hand. What a waste.
He put out the fag, reached into his cloak pocket, and lit up a new one.
X-posted at quiet_ones & dramione
Author: Babykat
Pairing: Draco/Hermione
Rating: PG
Summary: Draco and Hermione meet after a split.
Disclaimer: I neither own nor claim to own anything HP related. Everything belongs to JKR. I'm just borrowing some characters for a bit.
He started smoking again.
She hadn't seen him smoke since the day they were re-introduced.
"Why are you doing that?" Hermione took a seat across from Draco and began removing all the materials from her bag.
"It's something to do," Draco exhaled a long breath of smoke. She knew that look he wore on his face. He was hurting and trying his best to hide it, a mask reserved for people he didn't know. It had been years since he had given her that look.
"Where do you want to start?"
"Do you regret your decision?" Draco's stare was hard and engaging, the cigarette burning to ash slowly between his fingers.
Hermione let out an audible sigh before putting down her quill. "Draco, you said you wouldn't do this."
"I know I did. But I just need to know if you really want this."
"We've been over this. I need to move on. I'm done, Draco."
At her reply he leaned back in his chair, eyes averted to the ground, and took a deep drag.
"Look, this is out last project for the semester. Once this is over you'll hardly ever see me-"
"That's not what I want."
"That doesn't matter. Once we finish this it will all be over."
All he did was sit across from her, blinking the smoke out of his eyes each time he brought the fag to his lips.
"Maybe today was a bad day to start. We have at least a month. Owl me when you're ready," she put back her books and parchments.
Draco didn't move. He watched her out of the corner of his eye. Her jaw was set and her movements purposeful. She was upset. He inhaled her citrus and vanilla scent as she passed. Once the smell of smoke took over he looked down at his hand. What a waste.
He put out the fag, reached into his cloak pocket, and lit up a new one.
X-posted at quiet_ones & dramione