The Cabin | D.M 18+

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- BELLE -

My smile becomes permanent when I try to relax as the stars shine back. Glistening among the night. They are miniature pearls as though lost in the sea.

Their own clams and shells unprotected from the fire and life they bring to the universe. However, in the great phenomena, almost no signs come to show. The stars predicted it. Today was not a good day.

I let the rays of light gleam over my pale skin although my cheeks are flushed. Decadent with glee. A warming charm had been casted on the balcony where I stood against the mahogany fencing.

Holding myself up, I try to keep myself poised. More to convince myself that the pounding I got from Draco hadn't affected me as much.

I wasn't very persuasive.

The breeze is feathery. Soft and curled, engulfing me in sheerness as I think about the aspects of life. The throttled circumstances and strategies to overthrow Voldemort now that we have Draco back.

What could be possible now that Voldemort had lost. The reaction and plan of attack. We knew he was already on his way to Romania, but I personally had assumed that his main goal was to affect those of Belgium and Bulgaria. Seeming that both countries were heavily pigmented with Dark Art supporters.

Furthermore, if Draco can only be summoned via runic curse, we'd have to ensure that ought not be the case again.

Fighting him came with its challenges. And although potions, creams and herbs work in some instances, the core damage was already done.

Where Draco had stabbed my thigh, the scar was red and raw but healed in a thick line. And when we took our sweet time to express just how much we missed each other, our bodies took more of a pounding.

Even after a shared hot bath our mutuality was sanctionable.

Sometimes, I can't help but feel lost. And it scares me beyond miles where I lose myself. Without map, without magic, as though I had been dumped in the middle of a forest I know nothing of nor the situation.

Quite ironic, actually.

"What's caught you in a fiddle, love?" He calls from behind me.

Peering back just over my shoulder I see the blond devil in question leaning against the frame of the door; wearing a conniving and devious grin upon his lips.

As I turn back to face the sky, I feel his heartbeat pound harder in my palms when he comes to stand beside me.

"You've not come downstairs since this morning." He mumbles, pressing a kiss onto my temple.

I snort. "And face your mother after what happened earlier? I think not."

"Hey- you knew Snape charmed my wand from me, not my fault you forgot to silence the room." His snarl makes me burn for about the millionth time already and I still can't meet his eyes.

Time passes.

He squeezes my hips, tensing as I question of Dean, "How is he?"

I wasn't exactly sure of the curse that Ron used. Wasn't one I was familiar with nor studied. But all I do recall is the paleness of his face, how he deteriorated away from reality. As though he turned to sand and began to fall from every crevice.