Cigarettes and Sweaters

"You could literally kick a First Year down the stairs, Granger, and no one would care. You're a war hero. You shouldn't give a flying fuck what anyone here thinks of you, and much less hide it like this."

Hermione leaned back against the cold wall, not breaking away from his daring gaze. Her lips set into a fine line.

"It's none of your business how I handle mine", she said snottily, inhaling another bout of polluted air into her lungs and crossing her arms.

Hermione is overwhelmed: Living with Draco, taking her NEWT's and caring for Hogwart's students as Head Girl was shaping up to be more difficult than she thought. She takes up a rather unhealthy vice, and surprisingly, Draco seems to share it. A friendship buds.