Disclaimer: I make no claims to these characters. They are the property of JK Rowling, Scholastic, et. al. I just like to take them and play with them.
Summary: Harry watches Draco in secret
Notes: I was listening to Hawksley Workman's Jealous of Your Cigarette before Film class last week and was inspired to write this. It wasn't supposed to be angsty but my angst bunnies seem to have taken over my brain (btw, HW is a Canadian singer who's fab. Jealous of Your Cigarette is also a fantabulous song & I recommend listening to it. :D ). Lyrics can be found here. Also thanks to valderie for skimming this. ::mwah::
I watch him in secret; I see him leave the Muggle shop, open up the pack, draw out a fag and place it between his pale, thin lips. I watch his slender hands raise the lighter to the cigarette, watch him cup the flame so the slight breeze doesn't extinguish it.
I watch with hungry eyes as he breathes in deeply, the toxic fumes entering his lungs. I feel myself harden as I see his eyes close at the pleasure he gets from the sweet nicotine now coursing through his body. I imagine his eyes closing like that, not from the drug, but from my touch.
I groan quietly as I see him flick the ash off the end with a flighty swish of the hand. I imagine his hand caressing my cock the same way he seems to caress the cigarette.
I'm mesmerised by his actions: the way he takes long drags, savours the taste and then slowly exhales. The way the tip of the filter disappears into his mouth. I nearly come in my pants at the thought of that pink tongue wrapped around my throbbing cock.
I watch as he takes a final drag and I can't help but think, "I'm jealous of your cigarette." I see him drop the smoke to the pavement and grind it out with the heel of his expensive boot, giving it the same treatment he gave my heart.
© CKN, 2004