The Cabin | D.M 18+

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- DRACO -

There was only one reason why I said, 'Sure.'. It reminded me of home and the joyful times I'd spend with my mother during Christmas. That was the rationale.

Not that I enjoyed the happy memories. It was more so for the sake of my mother. She had been the only caring person in my life besides Dobby. Even then both were restricted in what they could give.

Countless times had Dobby comforted me under the dinner table where my father would chase after me. Tear stained cheeks all because I couldn't stand up for myself when some random blood traitor made fun of my shoes. I was only five then.

All in all, I was hoping to end this evening on a somewhat high note. Although I took major enjoyment in taunting Belle. The all mighty saviour of the wizarding world.

God - just thinking that made me want to hurl. Bile was already threatening just at her sight. How can someone be so disgusting yet enticing at the same time?

She was an abomination.

Days ago I hated the witch with every fibre in my bones - and I mean I still do. We were polar opposites yet for some reason the magnetic pull of fate yanked us together.

And for what?

What was the reason? Other than to fulfill my purpose. What was hers?

She didn't need me. No one does. There is nothing I can simply give her that will be worthy of anything. We're both worthless.

You can't make a diamond out of mud.

We clashed in the worst ways. She's too curious. Always lurking around and asking questions as her silence remained. Belle was sneaky and it was so infuriating.

Furthermore, she stank of sweet cherry cake and apricots. A weird combination, but one that worked so fucking well. The kind of smell that made your teeth hurt.

However, her attitude was still rotten. Treating me like I'm the dragon that breathed fire on her pillow.

Everything I did was wrong and nasty when the reason why I enacted such violence, is because of her aggravating attitude.

It's resulted in nothing but arguments, threats and more hatred. Perhaps more than there already was and I didn't know that my loathing could go any deeper.

Even her laugh made venom pour through my veins. I hated it. How tainted she was. It was intoxicating. Her happiness made me furious. It was too much.

And when I saw her dive into the lake, barely a blanket to cover her abode which only worsened the view once she resurfaced.

Her white pyjama top clung onto her body, sheering her now pink skin and immediately my eyes fell onto her breasts.

Pearly beads of water contoured down the curves of her jaunty pounds of flesh.

I couldn't help but grunt at the scene.

Hardened, perky nipples peeking hello, well rounded and full. Not exactly too gracious but good enough to fit around my hand for a light squeeze.