The Cabin | D.M 18+

T W E N T Y - F I V E

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TW: Sexual themes. Everything in this chapter is consensual. Viewer discretion is advised.

- BELLE -

Draco threw me a somewhat innocent smile. Knowing deep inside that thick skull of his, there was something lurking that certainly didn't fall in the description of virtuousness in any dictionary.

Blinking twice, his silence told me an answer. Perhaps one I haven't wanted to hear. Mainly because what he had suggested was totally absurd.

When I told Ron about my feelings towards him, he shut me down and possibly in the worst way. His eyes grew wide and immediately fell onto Hermione. Followed by a quick shrug and a shuffle towards the dirty blonde girl who frowned at my spine.

And when I was in a relationship with Neville, he had been too scared to do anything other than offer me a kiss on the cheek or hold my hand. Even that was super discreet, where we would do it beneath the desk.

I was the epitome of a virgin. Pure. Like the white owls of winter shimmers.

Never had I gotten any luck with boys. And now, the prince himself, the looker of god, was initiating sex with me?

My hands trembled; now that I had the excuse of the snowstorm to explain away my jitters, I gulped my nervousness.

But like the lump had turned into a heavy ball of steel, it did nothing other than throb and bobble my breath into a sporadic mess.

'I was hoping you weren't being serious.' I shakily whispered, my exhales as thin as the winds.

'I'm always serious with you, Belle.' Draco replied, shrugging as he rolled his shoulders back, each roll from his muscles permed back.

He was tense, the topic of us possibly mingling naked clearly made him as uncomfortable as I was. But why? That was the real question.

Was the idea of me that bad?

Because, easily guessing, he wasn't a virgin. He definitely had sex before.

If the rumours were true that is.

Whispers say that within Hogwarts, in fourth year - the night of the Yule Ball precisely, Draco had gushed his lovely date, Pansy, into his dorm room where they engaged in the naked hug.

From then on, it was word after word where he apparently bedded many girls. Taken what they granted the most. Only a few he'd return to.

But that was something I never really paid attention to.

Ron and Harry loved the gossip. Any bit of dirt they could get on the platinum blond, they would latch onto like a wasp would when thrusting its poison into your skin.

Only just now did it deem to me how weird it was to giggle about someone elses's sex life and how they would relish it.

My chin rested onto my knees, barely able to look him in the eye. Instead I took interest in the deep shadows of the cave where the light from the fire began to already subside.

It was growing smaller, the flicks and snapping wood becoming quieter with each echo.

The deep hollows of my turquoise hues glared at the fire, scolding it for not burning long enough where we needed it to.

'Have I made you all nervous, little Belle?' Draco caught my attention, his brow arching and luring forward as he insinuated my shaking hands by wriggling them before me in a taunting manner.