The Cabin | D.M 18+

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I've been in a writing slump i'm sorry. but i'm back now! master will be updated tomorrow and i will try to do HOC then too!

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TW: Sexual content, self harm and hatred. Viewer discretion is advised.

 -DRACO -

How am I going to tell her that I hate mushrooms too?

I only offered to eat them for her so she'd quit whining. It wasn't because I felt bad. None at all.

She wasn't worth it. No one was.

Quickly craning my neck to the side, I watched her deep in slumber; enjoying whatever she was dreaming of. Me most likely. I am incredibly handsome of course.

A soft smile threatened my cheeks but a smirk fronted instead.

Smiling was no longer an option for me. And I hated how Belle had been making that a challenge lately. Normally and typically it was as easy as breathing.

But now, not only has she made me laugh, brought back memories of my childhood or made me blush. Belle made me feel... Odd.

Peculiar, per se.

She saved my life, more than once. And each time I was an ungrateful bastard. However, assassins are supposed to be emotionless. Our minds at rest and focus on the task to be completed.

No distractions.

Belle was a distraction and a half. Now recently noticing in more ways than one.

After watching her in the lake, when we were both naked, the few minutes after our bare wrestle and coddle we had. That's when I realised she was different.

Annoyingly different.

It was the perfect word to describe her. Annoying. Yet I found myself enjoying her annoyingness more and more.

And once I got a good look at her body where it hadn't been coated by fabric, I couldn't stop myself from staring again.

My imagination ran like wildfire. Just like it did when I... Nevermind.

Nevertheless, this felt real. Like it did last time. Perhaps more. The sexual attraction now sprung free like the physical and mental one I only just began to develop.

Was I really crushing on Belle McGarrishen?

A blood traitor? Longbottom's ex-girlfriend? Weasley's rejected lover?

Christ I really must be desperate if that were the case.

Then again, she ticked all those boxes for me. Her breasts were full, just like I had remembered them the last time.

Thick thighs, meaty and delicious to grab. Her stomach wasn't flat, but I preferred my women that way. As someone who had always been skin and bone, I loved a curvaceous woman.

Pink plump cheeks that slowly began to hollow as we ate less nowadays. She still packed some and I was growing desperate to grab.

I already held her in my arms earlier that morning. Naked of all things. So much surprise she didn't feel me growing a semi. She made my heart flutter then.