Marauders age regression one shots

No Smoking

One afternoon, Harry caught sight of Draco leaning against the courtyard wall, laughing with a group of Slytherins. It might have looked innocent enough, but Harry noticed the faint curl of smoke rising from Draco's hand. Frowning, he made his way over just as Draco took a drag, exhaling with a small, relaxed smile.

Harry gently tapped Draco's shoulder. "Hey, love. What's this?" His tone was soft but firm, and Draco froze, turning to face Harry with wide eyes.

"Oh...uh, hi, Harry," Draco mumbled, awkwardly hiding the cigarette behind his back. He looked down, knowing exactly how Harry felt about his smoking habit. Draco's headspace felt just the slightest bit smaller as he fidgeted, casting a glance at his friends who awkwardly excused themselves, sensing a shift in the mood.

Once they were alone, Harry crossed his arms, raising an eyebrow. "Draco," he said gently, "we talked about this, remember? Smoking isn't good for you, baby."

Draco's gaze fell to the ground, his cheeks flushing. "It's just...it's just one," he muttered, almost defensively, but there was a hint of childish guilt in his voice. "I can handle it."Harry took a step closer, cupping Draco's cheek with a gentle hand. "But I don't want you to have to 'handle' it," he said, his voice softening. "I want you to be healthy and happy. I know it's hard to quit, but...maybe we can find something else to help you relax."Draco bit his lip, the defensive edge melting away. He hated disappointing Harry, and the way Harry's hand was now resting so gently on his shoulder reminded him of that. With a small sigh, Draco nodded. "I'm sorry, Harry," he mumbled, finally dropping the cigarette to the ground and snuffing it out with his shoe. "I just...sometimes I just get anxious between classes, and..."Harry's expression softened, and he wrapped an arm around Draco's shoulders, pulling him close. "I get it, love. Let's find something else for those moments, alright? Maybe some tea, or even just a moment to take deep breaths with me." He smiled gently, rubbing Draco's back in slow, calming circles.Draco's shoulders relaxed under Harry's touch, and he leaned into the comfort, nodding slowly. "Okay, Harry," he whispered, a small, tentative smile breaking through. "Maybe...maybe I can try that instead."Harry pressed a soft kiss to Draco's forehead, smiling. "That's my good boy. I'll be here for you whenever you need me." And, with that promise, he held Draco close, determined to help him find healthier ways to unwind—even if it took time.