Harry nodded, scooting closer once more. He was so close to Draco that if he was to stand up, he'd hit with his knees on the bed. "And what's that?" he asked.

Harry sighed silently, knowing it really was the only way Draco would go. But somehow, it didn't seem to matter much, if his excited, madly-beating heart was to be trusted. After all, Draco had just agreed to his 'suggestion'.

"Alright," he conceded. "But in exchange... you have to trust me. Really trust me." He shrugged, smiling very slightly, "Or at least try to."

Harry rolled his eyes and pushed the chair back so he could stand up. "Give me a few hours, at least." He stopped, making sure he wasn't going to fall with the next step he took. "And I'm sure you can go a little longer without smoking," he said once he was confident in his stability.

He walked to the door, muttering, "I sure could use a smoke now..."

About two hours later, Harry came back. Feeling exhausted, he slumped on the chair. With a wave of his wand, he cast a couple of privacy charms on the door.

"You'll be out in a week," he said, reaching into his pocket and taking out a packet of cigarrettes. "They say you have to conclude your treatment first." Harry then placed a cigarrette on his lips and threw the packet to Draco.

Harry lit his cigarrette with the tip of his wand, and wordlessly leaned in to do the same to Draco's. He took a long drag and then tilted his head back to let out the smoke. "Kinda difficult, to light a cig with telekinetics," he commented offhandedly.

Harry snorted. "Well, it's actually everyone else's mistake if they think I'm 'pure' and 'innocent' and, as I've heard recently, 'a virgin'." He chuckled, taking another drag. "And I smoke only occasionally." Clucking his tongue, "It's a pity that Theo has died. He had great joints."

Harry winced. He had forgotten Draco didn't know about it. "It was just after the end of school. He... he commited suicide," he said, frowning sadly. "Nobody knows why exactly, but I suspect it had something to do with Voldemort." He sighed, and finished the cigarrette. "Doesn't it always?" Harry asked as an afterthought, eyeing the blond.

Unfortunately, Harry's sharp eyes didn't miss Draco's gesture. He swallowed painfully around the tightening in his throat, but stayed silent, eyes downcast. He couldn't help but finger the dragon pendant.

At Draco's words, he opened his mouth to protest. But... If I ask you to leave me alone, you do, he remembered. Sighing, he got to his feet, and took something out of his pocket. "If you need anything, this is my mobile number," he handed Draco his card.

He took a step back, ready to leave. But he still had an object in his closed hand. "Draco... I believe this is yours. Do what you want with it," he said quickly in what he hoped that was a fairly indifferent voice, and tossed him the ring - the one he had given Draco more than a year ago.

With a quick nod, he uncharmed the door and left before he could see the blond's reaction.