Author's Note: I found this story floating around on my computer and it was originally a one shot... until I finished it and decided to split it up into rough chapters... Hence why some chapter's are short and some are probably quite long. I didn't regiment how I split them, I just did it with regards to how the story flowed. So that's that. Secondly... This story is called Smoke for the main reason that it follows our Gryffindor Golden girl into a very unhealthy habit. The story contains a heavy helping of smut because I felt like it... but I tried to write it differently this time.

Let me know what you think...

Happy reading xxx

There were no stars out tonight, the sky was inky black and clouded without a hint of a moon. Tonight was a new moon. Ironic. Chuckling darkly to myself I fished in my robes for one of the paper packets I had smuggled in with me and withdrew a cigarette placing it between my lips after a slight hesitation. If my parents could see what I was doing they'd have a conniption. I'd heard many times about the dangers of smoking and what it does to your teeth, but then I remembered my parents would never see me again and would never even know what I was doing. A side effect of being dead I supposed, and with a harsh flick of my fingers I wandlessly lit the end of the cigarette and drew a long pull of smoke into my lungs, letting it out with a slow breath as a ball of tension eased from the back of my neck.

"Does McGonagall know her precious head girl is smoking on the astronomy tower?" A slow drawling voice called, and I almost groaned out loud. This was why the new moon was ironic. Tonight was the first night of the new term back at Hogwarts after the war, and the speech had been all about giving people fresh starts to prove who they really were, and how we were going to pave a new path of acceptance for all. Draco Malfoy was one of those included in the plea for a fresh start. Yes it was true, that in the final battle, he'd saved our lives once, and yes it was true that he had defected but that didn't stop the fact he was still a slimy git.

"What do you want Malfoy?" I sighed on an exhale. Malfoy didn't respond, he just waltzed up and leant against the railing next to me.

"The muggles certainly do get some things right, I'll give them that," Malfoy murmured after a rustling and a flicker of light. Looking across at him I felt my eyebrows rise into my curly fringe as I realised that Malfoy held his own cigarette between two long, pale fingers.

"What are you doing?" I asked, bewildered as I stared at him. Malfoy's grey eyes slid over to my face and he smirked at me while taking a long pull. Damn, he made smoking look attractive.

"I would have thought that being the brains of the Golden Trio, you are able to identify exactly what I'm doing, especially since you yourself are doing it too," Malfoy drawled. There went the attractiveness. Attempting to hide my blush I allowed my curls to hide my face as I took another drag and blew the smoke out with a heavy exhale.

For a few minutes we stood in silence, neither talking, each lost in our own cigarette.

"Look Granger. I… I don't have the energy to fight this year, I don't have the energy to do fuck all of anything, but the Ministry mandated I return here, and they have demanded I take muggle studies and I know that you're teaching that class. I guess what I'm trying to say is…I'm sorry…for everything…can we call a truce?" Malfoy's voice was quiet, and he turned to face me with a hopeful grimace on his face. For a moment I considered him as I breathed out the last of my cigarette and stubbed it out under my foot before vanishing the butt with a wave of my wand.

"Alright," I answered finally and walked away leaving him to stare after me as I made my way down the stairs.