Pairing: Implied future Harry/Draco
Word Count: 100
Summary: Harry tries to pick up a bad habit.
Disclaimer: This piece is based on characters and situations created by J. K. Rowling, and owned by J. K. Rowling and various publishers, including but not limited to: Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books, Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made from and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended by the posting of this fic.
Author's Note: Fell off the wagon. *inhales* Wrote 100 words.
The Dragon's Breath's cellophane crackled in welcome as Harry removed it from the pack and reacquainted himself with his almost-forgotten smoking ritual—only to choke.
Over the sound of his spluttering, he heard, "So, the rumours aren't true, then?"
Dropping his fags and drawing his wand, Harry pointed it towards the far end of the alley. "Show yourself!"
"What would be the point? It's obvious you've no skill at sucking."
"Fuck!" and an Apparitional pop! met Harry's ears; he grinned.
Draco Malfoy hung out at Muggle-run gay clubs, and Harry quite fancied the idea of having him for a fuck.