The Cabin | D.M 18+

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This chapter's theme is inspired by the muse and lyrics of the song Talk Me Down by Troye Sivan

- BELLE -

I hadn't slept in almost two days.

At first, I thought it was just the butterflies that kept me awake, only then did I realise that it was only my hallucinations.

I was a zombie. Lost in the whirlwind of hunger. No compassion, nothing.

Draco only came home earlier that morning, coated in mud and as he locked himself in the underground basement of our cabin, I saw that beside the log where the waters almost reached, was a fresh burial patch, a fresh bouquet of flowers resting underneath an arch made of thin twigs and snow leaves.

There were two. Assuming one for Narcissa and one for Dean. However not even the respect of it being shared from Draco was whispered.

And his loathing for me only made me feel worse. That this pain, his and Seamus' was at the cost of me.

One day ago, I was at my highest. Now, not even twenty four hours later, I'm contemplating my existence and competency of the power I bring to the new Order. Was I worthy? I surely did not feel as though that were the case.

It was sad to admit that my recognition was at Draco's intuition. But until now he was the only one my heart could trust and I couldn't believe how no more than a short sentence could crumble those feelings away. Not that I didn't love him. I was completely whipped. Too whipped where I fell too hard and shattered like glass.

Seamus and I slept on the sofas in the living room. Hermione, who took the mattress and sheets from my old room, took shelter near the fire for warmth and Theo slept in Draco's old room. He took the basement and barely left.

It was understandable. Heartbroken and alone, Draco was officially an orphaned child from the very beginning. But now to have it official took a different meaning to his life.

He had no blood relatives anymore. Where I still had Thomas - or so I hoped, Draco had no one.

All thanks to me.

I want to tell him I love him. That I'll always be there for him. How I'd be his shadow forever more. But it seemed as though I had become the nuisance that followed his very singular move.

If it hadn't been for Hermione, we would've distanced ourselves completely.

However, I knew I had to take things into my own hands to end the suffering.

Surprisingly, earlier that day we took some progress and began a new tactic to help the Order, help hold out a way against Voldemort. Hermione suggested contacting any surviving groups in France and those of Uagadou, for they are the smartest wizards of all.

Everyone was on board. Except for me. I could barely take in any word.

Nothing came through.

And I remembered that as I watched them all talking to each other in depressive sombres, glossy eyed, Theo and Hermione sharing a glance at each other or two, it brought back that feeling of wanting her hair ripped out.

I hated her.

I hated him.

I hated everyone and everything.