The Cabin | D.M 18+

S I X T Y - S E V E N

I don't know. I feel like my writing is getting worse and worse.
I'm sorry if this is disappointing.
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- BELLE-

Since we left the office of Babajide and Zulema, Draco and I hadn't seen each other since.

Forcefully separated we were. And everything turned into chaos. As though a child had gained its first tooth or it was their first day going to Hogwarts.

Tears and emotions were breaking the scales today.

The whole situation left me feeling a little distorted. But I was glad that they let Pansy and Tana in the room I was sorted in whilst I had my breakdowns privately.

However, it left the air lingering with silence.

Pansy and I were still getting to know each other on an interpersonal level, it wasn't quite the history that Hermione and I had.

Time wasn't something that we had and building friendships wasn't exactly on our to do list. We were more allies than friends. But I had hoped that it would be something we'd be able to grow on.

After all, Draco and I had become lovers. Partners in crime.

Theo became one of my closest friends after Seamus and Hermione.

I missed her terribly.

"You look like you're going to puke." Tana's lips twitch, causing Pansy's eyebrow to curve.

"I think she is." She confirms in a low, derisive tone. The younger giggled.

I hadn't stopped pacing in the hour I've been here. Confused and discombobulated. "We came here for an entirely different purpose and he just shoves the war to the side? Just like that?"

Pansy shrugs. "Babajide has no chill."

The longing desperation to throw her a cold look passes through, but it's shot and buried deep in my growing belly. Perhaps I'd spent too much time with Draco, he'd learnt how to accumulate his patience with my annoyance.

Truly, I didn't deserve him. He was too good.

Too good for the world that hurled abuse at him as though it were a bludger.

A knock on the door echoed, causing me to freeze in my shoes. One with a stone statue.

Tana, who had realised that I'd not move until the knock ceased or the door opened itself, rose from the bed and tiptoed across.

The small room was almost mirrored to Babajide's office, filled with colours and intricate designs of shapes and swirls. Heat and warmth of it all were the same.

When it squeaked, a small elf stood at the door, a grin as wide as the door frame itself where large bags toppled over his chest.

Regardless if he were different or not, shape, skin or feature, wrinkled or smooth, I tried hard not to whimper, for the elf reminded me of Dobby. Someone who we lost far too soon.

"Delivery!" He chimes. Hopping across the bedroom before the bags in his hand flew over onto the blue and green canopy in the middle. "There's one for the ladies as well."

All three bags were dropped atop the bed.

Pansy had been the first to unzip it and instantly, she frowned.

I could see her fingering the material as though it were soft fur. But the scowl only panicked me as she said nothing whilst she studied.

When she finally looked up, I tried to swallow the nervousness piling in my throat.