The Cabin | D.M 18+

F I F T Y - S E V E N

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TW: Nothing serious, but Theo gave me such second-hand embarrassment and cringiness in this that I have to warn you. But I did add fluff to bring it back.

- BELLE -

"Hold on- Hold on-" Seamus lifted his palms out and walked to the group of murder.

Silence brimmed and nothing but the sudden growth of leaves and fresh growing grass tickled at the senses. Spring was near. "Are you telling me you watched them get it on?"

Theo smirked, greatly and wildly.

My cheeks were flamed where Draco's turned ashy. As though he had turned into a physical ghost. It was ironic, figuratively speaking.

"Oh yeah." He nodded in low speed, his facial muscles squeezing in a predatory, approving manner. "It was beautiful. He was like this-"

He wrapped his arms out in the air and began to hump with force.

"-Oh yeah- phwoar- and then and then- she was like this-" He hunched back against the bookshelf and lifted his head in the air, dramatically posing with his hands in the air. "Oh Draco- take me- take me Draco OoOOooOOo-"

Someone, please end my life please.

No one said a word for the awkwardness and degradation that lulled within the room and for once, the second and third time I prayed that the floor would swallow me into a pit of darkness to never let me out.

Blaise, concerned, cleared his throat and nodded, "Mate, perhaps you should lock yourself in the basement for a couple of hours-"

"-Days-" Pansy interrupts with a snort.

"-before he kills you." Now he nods back at Draco.

And honestly. Without his Ghost format, I don't think I've seen Draco so angry.

Even his heart pounded faster where I ought to mistake it for cardiac arrest. It was a hum, not a drum.

Compelled and scarlet in the face, he would have grown horns and a set of wings to encourage the idea of his own devilishness where he condemned him to hell eternally.

"I'd pay to see that." Pansy and Seamus giggle to one another. Hermione - still mortified, says nothing.

Theo, who now rests his palms on his waist as though the confidence hadn't dropped from the crown resting upon his head. The sun would spin around him, not the other way around.

"Actually, Mr Booby Bambino Zambini, Draco darling, wouldn't do that."

Pansy hums with concern, staring at Draco's clenched fists, wand in one hand and the dagger in his other now, "Really? He looks like he wants to kill you right now."

"Even if he did," Theo leans forward, "It's not like I'd go anywhere. I'll have you know I'm immortal."

Draco finally seethes, a sentence so innocent with the hiss of darkness so deep that even a villain would churn to insanity at the exposure of a few milliseconds. Deep, raspiness that made me squeeze my thighs.

"You want to test that theory out, Nott?" Draco threatens.

Sometimes, Theo's shamefulness did quark in my favour.