cigarettes & invisible string || golden trio era

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐒 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐒

third person pov

' if i could make you the enemy,
i would '

After ducking and hiding behind multiple tapestry's and statues, Draco and Rose finally made it to the astronomy tower.

Rose let out a laugh she was holding in as they began to climb the spiral staircase leading up, "Merlin, Minnie's face when she heard my laugh but couldn't find us was glorious"

Draco rolled his eyes, placing a hand on her back and pushing forward, annoyed by the slow space she kept going at.

"If you were capable of not finding everything excessively hilarious, we wouldn't have had to hide behind that molded tapestry"

To Rose, Draco sounded annoyed. But in all actuality, he felt at his happiest in a way he hadn't since the night he held her up there after Orion Black's funeral. Her laugh, that damn laugh, spread a warmth into his chest that made him uncomfortable.

Upon stepping off the last stair, Rose let out a dramatic sigh and started to spin herself around with arms spread.

Draco watched in amusement, coming to a stop on the top step where she had just left from. Rose was always wearing this facade, a mask if you will. He enjoyed being alone with her even if he wouldn't ever be able to admit it. There was this twinge in his heart at the way she always seemed to drop that mask when it was just them.

Rose stopped spinning and looked at him expectantly, "Well are you going to join me or just stand there?"

Her voice snapped him out of his daze, "You want me to spin around with you?"

Draco shot her a odd look as he stepped onto the floor, walking closer.

"Well of course Mister Malfoy"

He began to roll his eyes until his arm was snatched, Rose spinning herself under it with laughter filling up the tower once more.

She dropped his arm with a pinch to his cheek before walking away to the edge of the tower, the boots on her feet loud.

Weird as ever, with no explanation, Draco thought.

Rose leaned an elbow against the railing, reaching into the pouch and pulling out the cigarette pack. She placed one in between her lips, using a hand to attempt to shield it from the wind while her pointer finger lit the tabacco.

Draco once again was too busy staring at her to move until the smell of smoke hit his nose, forcing him to shake his head and walk up beside her. Unlike Rose, he leaned both his elbows down onto the railing, their shoulders brushing as he focused on the night sky littered with stars and the bright half moon.

Rose turned her head toward him, comforted to see his relaxed face with eyes flickering around the sky.

He glanced over at her lingering gaze, Rose quickly handing the pack to him. Draco nodded with a signal to do it they way they used to-the way they did it after the funeral.

Rose rolled her eyes while pressing her shoulder firmly against his and leaning up. He did the opposite, leaning down and pressing the end of his cigarette to the lit end of her own with intense eye contact.

It brought back a sense of nostalgia.

A painful one.

They were best friends once, childhood lovers once, but now they only had the hateful words to hold onto in the midst of hurt.

Still, there was something unreachable about their bond for others to comprehend. Both had heard one another's screams of pain while being 'taught' by their families. They knew things about each other no one else did, and they knew to keep those things unspoken.