The Cabin | D.M 18+

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TW: Self harm and abuse. Viewer discretion is advised.

- BELLE -

Leaving the two graveyards at the cabin had taken its toll on Draco and Seamus. More so the blond, for the Gryffindor - although still traumatised - hadn't gone through the turmoil as the latter.

And I could understand and appreciate that. I wanted to help him. To be there for them both. With my extended efforts, one would wish that the puzzle piece would be complete.

Yet it was harder when you knew that two of the main pictures had gone missing leaving two blank marks right in the middle.

To some it would be frustrating. Annoying that it wasn't complete, but to many others, it would be utterly heartbreaking.

All that time you'd spend building up a masterpiece to only see that it hadn't come to its finality.

He twitched into bed, writhing in sadness and agitation like his soul had been electrocuted. Everyone had their own way of mourning. Some would bawl.

Draco, on the other hand, was silent. Quiet. Freakishly quiet.

But as the mattress sunk behind me, his cold arm slithering over my waist as a petal kiss compressed into the side of my neck, I would smile knowing that he would never let me feel alone.

Regardless of how sad he was.

Because to him, I was not the brute of his anger. Not like when we were here the last time.

Oh how the time flies. Memories stain. But then my personal depression coils in.

Shadows are born from light, but what is light without a little darkness?

A dismal whine causes my ears to twitch and suddenly the dreams of murkiness are one with fantasy.

Slowly my lids peel open and it takes me a few minutes to adjust to the darkness around the room.

Once I'd finally reached the normalism I seek, I notice the space beside me empty. And as my palm feels for the body that is supposed to lay there, the bed sheets eat at my warmth, causing me to hiss.

Where had Draco lost himself to? There wouldn't be a single minute that he would want to leave me alone. Even if I was in the safe hands of my friends.

It wouldn't matter if they were his friends too, and he was much closer to them than I was. His over possessiveness was that of a dragon. Ironically so.

So what was the reason for his dismissal?

I lift my spine up and scan the room with squinted eyes. But everyone appears as asleep as when we originally had left it. Roofus snuggled by the side of Tana who had starfish's the bed. Blaise on the floor beside her.

Pansy had taken a bed of her own with Seamus and Theo sharing together. But it wasn't just the bed they shared, personal space too and it came as a surprise that neither of them minded.

True bromance where Theo - with the giddiest smile pressed the side of his cheek into Seamus' shoulder blade.

The scene made me stifle a breathy giggle which was short lived as the same whine echoed in the far distance.

In the far corner was Fulgur, wide awake although his eyes were shut. These were not nightmares. For his eyes were shut too tightly. It was almost as though he was in pain.