The Cabin | D.M 18+

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- BELLE -

My stomach was ready to flip summersaults.

Stood on the edge of each rooftop, Draco towered beside me as he spoke clearly of his instructions through his mask.

'Your movements must be swift. Keep on the first half of your toes and only use your heel if you need to propel.' He pointed ahead to the flat roofing of each building in the village.

When I originally asked him to train me, I meant fighting and survival. Not fucking parkour. And if he couldn't see for himself, someone like me was not built for something of this value.

I wasn't made for this!

Soon he was off, launching himself ever so smoothly as if it was a jog in the park. And I found myself staring at his movements rather than following him.

His movements were invisible to the fog, yet I could see him clearly. It was astonishing how he could make himself so unseen - even if he was right in front of you.

'Come on love, or you'll never learn.' He shouts over his shoulder as he continues to glide.

Nervously, I take a step back and fight the thunder in my ears, nose and throat. I feel my palms clam with moistness and my shoulders tense.

The ground beneath rumbles from the residents of Temple Village. All warm and cozy despite the fact that Draco made himself known that morning.

I stepped back. My feet found my feet taking charge and suddenly I was rowling a jump from one end of a building to another.

Landing slightly wonky, I maintained my balance. Refusing to let the embarrassment condemn me as Draco watched ahead, taking mental notes on what to work on next.

A dark wooden beam was ahead and to give myself an advantage, I rushed and ran as quickly as I could on the lights of my toes, running across it before obtaining more speed to launch myself across onto another rooftop.

What made it harder was the fact that the sun had started to sleep already. In the midst of darkness, my vision was already reduced so any misstep and I'd had a snapped ankle.

I felt like I was part of the wind. The long coat I wore flaring behind me like the flick of a fire where the noise of residential murmurs had numbed.

Was this what Draco was used to doing?

Ghosting through many towns and villages, completing tasks for Voldemort and acting as an innard spy? Killing at any demand.

Lurking over and keeping tabs on everyone across the country.

It seemed like a tough job. One that was high ranked as well.

He must've been a great asset to Voldemort and incredibly skilled so it was no shock that he feared Draco's sudden outburst and demanded my presence.

Draco, to me, however, was a good person who was forced to do bad things.

The boy with no choice.

And I already knew that he was beaming at me through his mask. His relaxed shoulders and somewhat lazy composure told me a lot. He was content.

Wagons and horses began to roll out once more. Doorbells and more laughter as people began to slowly leave their homes. Shops were finally open and the sameness of what I had seen at first returned.