Rebellion (H/D drabbles, PG)
Title: Rebellion
Author: sesheta_66
Rating: PG
Word Count: 100 (x 2 drabbles)
Challenges: dracoharry100's prompt #54 - "Drag" and my GJ 100_prompts table #072 - "Rebellion".
Summary: Some habits start in the strangest ways.
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. They belong to JK Rowling and her publishers. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
As I take a long, deep drag from my cigarette, I close my eyes and feel my lungs accepting the foreign substance willingly. I'm a wizard and I'll live longer than most Muggles. Wizards have potions and spells to prevent many ailments, so I don't worry. It's a Muggle habit and should turn me off, but that's half its appeal.
It started exactly two years ago, as my way to rebel against my father. Ridiculous, really, since I was already seventeen and had survived a war. To think such a silly thing would be a blow to him seems unlikely.
***
I close my eyes and smile as I take another drag. Oh, but it was. It irritated him to no end to see me draw Muggle toxins into my pureblood lungs, and enjoy it.
I laugh aloud at the memory.
"Are you out here smoking?" Harry asks, wrapping his arms around me. "I thought I heard you laughing."
"Yeah, I was just reminiscing about Lucius. I like to remember his face as he saw me smoke one of my first cigarettes."
"Good thing you only do that once a year. Those things will kill you."
What Harry doesn't know ...
Author: sesheta_66
Rating: PG
Word Count: 100 (x 2 drabbles)
Challenges: dracoharry100's prompt #54 - "Drag" and my GJ 100_prompts table #072 - "Rebellion".
Summary: Some habits start in the strangest ways.
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. They belong to JK Rowling and her publishers. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
As I take a long, deep drag from my cigarette, I close my eyes and feel my lungs accepting the foreign substance willingly. I'm a wizard and I'll live longer than most Muggles. Wizards have potions and spells to prevent many ailments, so I don't worry. It's a Muggle habit and should turn me off, but that's half its appeal.
It started exactly two years ago, as my way to rebel against my father. Ridiculous, really, since I was already seventeen and had survived a war. To think such a silly thing would be a blow to him seems unlikely.
***
I close my eyes and smile as I take another drag. Oh, but it was. It irritated him to no end to see me draw Muggle toxins into my pureblood lungs, and enjoy it.
I laugh aloud at the memory.
"Are you out here smoking?" Harry asks, wrapping his arms around me. "I thought I heard you laughing."
"Yeah, I was just reminiscing about Lucius. I like to remember his face as he saw me smoke one of my first cigarettes."
"Good thing you only do that once a year. Those things will kill you."
What Harry doesn't know ...