A Life Worth Dying For

Draco watched his lips part, breathing out a thick plume of smoke. It swirled through the crisp dawn, taking up the harsh air in a lethargic pirouette before dissipating into a haze. Acrid behind his teeth and bitter on chapped lips, a sliver of tongue that darted out- chasing the lingering scent. Draco watched the dark bruise blotted through darker stubble. Draco watched Harry.