The Cabin | D.M 18+

T W E N T Y - O N E

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- BELLE -

Why would he do that?

Hurt himself so badly that he was clinging on to the last strings of life?

It made me wonder if that's how he got the many other scars on his body. Not just the tattoos and runes he had inked over his skin. But the burn marks and obviously the ones that were left psychologically.

He seemed severely perturbed and unhinged. Not quite right in the head. I mean, he still wasn't. But it was nice to know that he toned it down a little to keep me safe.

For me.

I felt special in a sense.

But this time, his actions more than angered me. I healed him of course. For the third time now and I scowled at him, unconsciously laying in his own pool of blood.

And it took more than a bite to my tongue to peer my mind away from the fact he looked incredibly cute when he slept.

Not the first time I admitted that to myself, but back then, I wouldn't care if a pike had been shoved through his eye socket. Nowadays, I was perhaps a little soft for him.

That I was struggling to admit out loud.

Nevertheless, he'd be stupid to think I wouldn't save him again this time. Not after what we've already been through.

I hugged my knees to my chest, waiting for him to wake up. We had lost half of the day already and sunrise was upon us.

Another delay which this time, he couldn't blame me for. He's the one that wanted to hurt himself.

And for what?

So many questions pursued and many answers left unspoken.

Suddenly, his chiseled jaw ground his teeth back and forth, eyes squeezing tightly as he slowly came back to the world of living.

Draco growled deeply, like he had been asleep for days. A true dragon at heart.

He didn't speck an eye at me, thankfully I hid myself within the shadows of the alcove - he wouldn't see me even if he tried.

It took half a second for him to realise that he wasn't in pain. And the moment he searched over his pearly white - now crimson stained - legs, to notice they were injury free released a bitter huff.

His reaction frustrated me even more. Why was he always so angry when I healed him? Why was he angry at all in the first place?

Nothing made sense.

Before he could even let out a whisper, I jolted to my feet and marched towards him. Like a flash, my mind thought for itself as my palm rose in the air and collided with his cheek.

'You utter moron Draco Lucius Malfoy!' I yelled, his head twisted alongside the movement I hit him with.

The burning pink handmark on his cheek began to appear and his silence remained.

'Why in Godric's hell would you do that to yourself? You could've died!' I shrieked, not caring about his anger that flared from his aura.

'Don't heal me ever again.' He grumbled, eyes for knives. Before I knew it, he pounced on me and held my arms above my head.