Ever since Harry had told him about Sirius, Draco felt as though he was almost... breaking on the inside. What the older man had told Harry hit home hard, along with the talk with Severus earlier in the week about Harry's strange behaviour. He almost felt at his last tether, not knowing what to do or say... other than submit.
Hm. I've had a lot of practice at that, anyway, right? Draco thought bitterly, taking a long drag. He really should stop this, smoking, it was killing him. But it was too comforting, and what with the modern remedies and certain... magicks he knew of, nothing as trivial as smoking could harm him.
Sighing, Draco peered out at the dull, waterwashed scene ahead, and pretended that everything was alright.