The Cabin | D.M 18+

S I X T Y - N I N E

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As much pain as it is for me to admit, we are coming to the last chapters of Cabin.

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- BELLE -

"Here, drink this." Draco drops a small blood replenishing potion bottle in my palm.

After giving my thanks, I gulp it all in one swallow before snuggling into Draco's chest. His one arm wrapped around my shoulders and the other flatly splayed on his ascending and descending stomach.

We were still physically recovering, his heartbeat pounding against my palms where I felt for myself, rather than using it.

And as we fall into a pit of silence. Thoughts consume me of the past.

Back in the days of Hogwarts, my nose was permanently pointed at the floor, shy from the world, too scared to have my pearl shown in its oyster shell. Draco, who was too dangerous for this world, but perhaps similarly quiet, had tipped the other side of the agenda.

He was the black side of the chessboard and I was white. Different in our own ways but particularly similar in the aftermath.

I was the land and he was the ocean. He was the rain and I was the rainbow. But in times of distress, we both could cook up a storm.

A pair of knuckles brush against my cheek. "What are you thinking of?" Draco asks.

Smiling, content with our connection, I reply,"You."

And I don't need to look up to see the smirk on his face as I feed into his ego.

"What about me?"

"When we were young. Back in Hogwarts. Life was very different back then." I sigh, snuggling closer.

"I wouldn't know." Draco replies, causing me to tense in his embrace.

I had completely forgotten that the only life he knew was one of murder. Keeping his training in secret, different tutors for different things. One of the many things he told me when we would journey to Scotland alone.

Another memory that I set aside for myself and only myself.

"I'm sorry..." I cringe.

I feel his arms clenching me around him, holding me tighter as though he were the one apologising. "Don't apologise, Belle. You and I had very different lives, alright? I'm just glad we did because it brought us here. Together."

"Can I ask you something?" My elbows lift me to face him. And although I cannot meet his eyes fully, I don't want to block myself from him completely. "I-"

The silence, creaking of bugs and wildlife outside stills me. Undeniable to the tropical heat.

"You can ask me anything, love."

"I don't want to upset you." My chin drops until it hits the bare of my chest.

The thought is haunting. But curiosity eats at me. And this is one of the only times where we had time to ourselves. Like before Scotland.

Before Voldemort took us apart, him as hostage and myself as prisoner.

Draco reaches to cup my cheek. His thumb brushes over my skin which is still flushed and the shyness of his stare causes me to brighten the redness again.