Harry Potter One Shots

Cobain (Draco x Reader)

Okay so a quick disclaimer: I don't support smoking. My family has a history of bad lungs (for genetic reasons, not because of cigarettes, but still) so I really hate it. However, for the purpose of this, I 100% imagined it exactly like this.
Also, if you are triggered by mentions of suicide, please don't read this. (Y/N) and Draco will be discussing the tragic death of Kurt Cobain, and I don't want you to be triggered by it.
Anyway, that's all I have to say. Thank you for reading, and I hope you enjoy.

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(Y/N) inhaled the stale flavor of the cigarette. She would've gotten the menthols, but her smoking buddy- if you could call him anything besides obnoxious- had made fun of her for liking their crisp flavor.
It was April 8, 1996- two years since the day Kurt Cobain had decided to end his life. He said it was too much. He said that he couldn't prohibit his baby girl from living her life to the fullest. He, of course, was wrong- but as (Y/N) once said, "aren't we all?"
She took another drag of the cigarette. Her turn table spit out the words to "All Apologies," the record holding some of the raw graininess she loved so much from grunge rock. She let her hair out of the two French braids it had been in- which was so completely unlike her- and watched her messy tresses fall to the shoulders of her holey, striped sweater. The holes in her jeans made her knees cold, and she would've shivered if she weren't hyper focused on the cigarette she twirled in her dominant hand.
"Still listening to that bloody wanker, are you (Y/N)?"
Her thoughts were interrupted. She turned and saw platinum blonde, black, and green.
"Yes, Draco, I am."
He abruptly took the cigarette from her hand and placed the filter in his mouth. He took a long draw, the cherry turning scarlet. He threw his head back as the nicotine infused ecstasy filled his blood.
This simple act made her cheeks share the red hue the cherry had had moments before.
"Damn, you never really get used to how good that feels, do you."
(Y/N) rolled her eyes. He thought that just because he partook in this "muggle past time" that he was a complete badass. Wait until his father hears about this.
"You are pathetic, Mister Malfoy."
She saw goosebumps flood his arms. His pupils dilated.
"What did you just call me?"
"Mister- Mister Malfoy..."
His grey eyes, which had been reflecting the green of the trees in the forest that surrounded him and his companion, had turned nearly black. There was a slim ring of green-grey surrounding his enormous pupils. His eyes looked like an eclipse.
Her breath hitched as she- in a moment of pure bravery- snatched the cigarette back from him, closing her lips around it and inhaling a draw. She held it in her diaphragm, imagining that she was a great dragon, and then blew it in a ring around the boy's face.
He couldn't take his eyes off of her.
The record ended.
(Y/N) grabbed "Nevermind" and pulled the record from the sleeve. She aligned it gently onto the turn table, and then gently lowered the needle. The scratchy sound began again, and soon Kurt Cobain's voice came from the speaker box. She began to cry, emotion completely overwhelming her.
"Here we are, 16 years old, slowly draining our life force, and listening to some prat drone on about how shitty his life is. He has no idea."
(Y/N) slowly laid back on the ground, laying in the position she would be in if she were nailed to a cross. The cigarette slowly burned away in her hand.
"He was an addict." (Y/N) snapped at Draco, "What do you know about rough times, rich boy?"
He began to look angry, but not really- more competitive. His pupils seemed to grow even more, and he looked like he needed to win whatever contest his mind had come up with.
He strutted towards (Y/N), each step he took seeming to make the earth tremble. He kneeled and then straddled her stomach, one leg on each side of her torso.
"You'll start a fire with this if you don't watch it. I'll sic Smokey on you." He took the cigarette and took another draw before flicking the cherry off and putting it out in dirt left over from an ant mound.
His face slowly inched its way towards (Y/N), until their noses touched. She stopped breathing- what was breathing?
"I'll have you know, I had to kill a little birdy."
Nicotine holds nothing to kisses.