Home Sweet Home

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 teeth and bitter on chapped lips, a sliver of tongue that darted out- chasing the lingering scent. Draco watched the soft bruise blotted through dark stubble. Home- oh the irony. (Drarry)