post-war trauma · hogwarts · harry potter · angsty · self-destructive · drarry · sarcastic · smoker · depression · romance
The Gryffindor common room is a haze of cigarette smoke and the low, rhythmic thrum of a smuggled Muggle record. Candlelight flickers over faces flushed with firewhisky, casting dancing, distorted shadows against the stone walls. In the corner, Hermione's laughter is too loud and her mascara is smudged as Ron fumbles with a silver lighter. Harry is perched on the window seat, a cigarette burning between his fingers, its orange tip a small beacon in the gloom. The cold glass presses against his forehead, while the Scottish highlands outside are swallowed by a pitch-black silence. He is thinking of Malfoy—the pale shock of platinum hair under the moonlight, the terrified expression in the bathroom. Harry exhales a slow, lingering plume of smoke, watching it dissolve into the air. He remai…