The Cabin | D.M 18+

F O R T Y - S E V E N

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TW: Some acts of violence and sexual themes. Viewer discretion is advised.

- BELLE -

Expect the unexpected as they always say.

Toss a coin and maybe you'll land on the side you betted on. But never underestimate the risk of probability. That's where confidence lies, in risk.

It's simple maths. And also a reason why Thomas told me to steer away from casinos, especially ones in the magic world.

I miss him terribly.

Flying the dragon hadn't been the first instance where my adrenaline was pushed at the maximum. With the forsaken love granted to Draco, life was always an addict for palpitations of the heart.

And the return of my one and only had been the only gratuity I needed to continue breathing.

The journey to Narcissa's cabin wasn't long. With the strength that Fulgur's wielded, what took my eagle self forty tiresome minutes turned to fifteen shoulder shrugging for the dragon. I scoffed at the essence.

Snow fell heavier with freakish winds and shuddering my spine into Draco's chest was the curation of where I could find warmth.

He was my fire. And my boyfriend, after all.

So what was Hermione's excuse for snuggling with Theo?

The interaction was brow bending but Draco and I never let them see our sneaky glances and hidden smirks. Silent chatters and whispers that were exchanged, theories and bets. It was our little game.

Ron would not be happy to see them like this. Neither did we care.

Once the cabin came to view, Draco whistled with a deep breath and let out a few chunders of folk calls in another language, the same where the Fulgur descended. Short and sharp echoes, the dragon slowly began to drop.

And despite the fact that Fulgur was flying down slowly, it still felt as though it had been sandpaper scraping my skin raw and not miniature icicles, causing me to wince. Tiny needle pricks hit my cheeks, forcing my eyes to squeeze shut every other odd minute.

My grip tightened as we got closer to the ground, in avoidance to destroy any of the nearby trees, the dragon delicately feathered out its wings until it landed on its feet with heavy thuds. Snow rained from the upper pines and onto the ground, covering the footsteps on the snow that previously resided beforehand.

Now all clear, it was as though the path had been left untouched.

However, no one came out to visit. Narcissa nor Snape were there to greet us and Seamus and Dean were not facing us with grins. And I wondered why until I realised that perhaps, their attention had been drawn.

Drawn by something.

Or someone.

Perhaps a visitor. A stranger. Villain or hero, peasant or royal someone was attendant.

And the confusion piled as the four of us shared concerned looks whilst making our way across to the front of the cabin.

Hand in hand, Draco twisted the front door knob and entered as the rest of us followed. A waft of warmth and the smell of cinnamon iced buns greeted me with a gracious embrace. Instantly my mouth watered as did my rounded eyes.