Draco hadn't smoked in a long time. It was impossible, living with Parvati. The feeling was beautiful. All the little stressful thoughts of the day rearranged themselves neatly in front of him, suddenly manageable. The taste was a bit strong though. He wondered how he ever got used to it before.
"You were the worst because you were deceptive. At least I was open and honest," he replied after exhaling.
"Oh, at least you've got one ounce of protein in you," Draco deadpanned, sighing. "It'll hurt to sleep with you if you become all skin and bones." His syllables blurred together in a lazy drawl, as opposed to the articulate staccato of his words when he was angry or at the office.
"You know this is going to become a regular thing," he sighed, sounding stern. But inside, he felt a pang of guilt. Malfoy Manor was a very large place to be staying at, alone.