Not exactly pr0n, but whatever. W00t.
Severus flipped the pack open, then closed. He shook the box in his hand, listening to the thicka thicka of the cigarettes inside. He shook them again. Thicka thicka.
Harry looked up from his ministrations. "They're not going to light themselves."
Severus frowned. He shook the cigarettes again.
Three minutes later, Harry snickered. "Maybe it went on walkabout."
"It's three inches tall."
Harry smoothed his fingers on the shaft and examined what seemed to be a blemish. No. Just a natural discoloration. "Well, you could use your wand."
"You have my wand."
Harry slowly ran the cloth down the length of wood and licked his lips. "So I do."
"You've had it for an indecent amount of time."
"Mmmmhm." Harry ran the wand down the length of his cheek and glossed over his lips with it. Severus's mouth quirked up on one corner, what Harry had begun to refer to secretly as the 'international sign of foreplay.' Severus, however, was not to be deterred.
"Feel free to fellate the wand if you want," he said, "but we're not having sex until we find that thing."
Harry shrugged and tossed the wand at Severus, who caught it one handed. "God, you're really serious about this after-shag cigarette, aren't you?"
Severus stood and pulled the pillows from the sofa. "It has to be here somewhere."
Harry sighed and fished the small dragon from his broom-polishing kit, which also doubled as his wand-polishing kit, and in certain cases, his Severus-polishing kit. "Fine. Here. Can we have sex now?"