The Cabin | D.M 18+

S E V E N T Y - O N E

This chapter is probably a sack of shit. I cannot read through it to fix it and I'm sorry because I love this story too much to be uploading crap.

However, earlier today I found out that Rivalry is being plagiarised so I was really not in the mood to write, although 90% of the chapter was already completed.

I don't like drama. I don't like petty vendettas and controversy, but when my piece of work is being STOLEN, I will not hold back.

I'm okay, just bitter and upset. We're both healing and hoping everything will shed its good karma on us.

Enjoy.

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- BELLE -

Draco, no longer angry, stares at the parchment crumpled in Seamus' hand. His skin has blanched into a paler shade of white. Not quite like the moon, but he was slowly inching closer and closer.

"What the fuck does that mean?" Pansy scoffs, shaking her head.

We glance at one another in circular motion, unspoken.

After the turmoil and inkling we had with Ron the day before, we decided to take action to end this war finally. But first our plan was to get Hermione before Ron could get there first.

With him apparating out, must've strained the injury on his leg more. There wasn't a possibility that he could apparate with Hermione again to get her out now that we knew where she was.

And it wasn't as if he could walk and trek elsewhere. Not even I was ready for a journey as such when it was Draco and I.

But then, I wasn't injured. And I needed him to survive.

Hermione didn't need Ron.

All it would cause was a runaway situation and then we'd be back in square one.

"It has to be Snape." Blaise crossed his arms over his chest, leaning back in the squeaky chair in the middle of the room. "Who else could it possibly be?"

Tana sat by him with Roofus resting his chin on her thigh. Sleeping, snoring and enjoying the comfort of darkness in the windowless underbridge bunker.

Draco leaned his elbows on his kneecaps, the pointer of his index and thumb pinched his chin whilst deep in thought. Lips thinning, he still doesn't usher a singular word.

"Can you repeat what was said please?" Blaise nods his head at a frozen Seamus.

He hadn't taken a seat ever since we arrived at the bunker and was always frantic, yet greeted all with a kind smile. Although sad, he was the one to keep our motivations at an all time high.

It was the peak of pushing that we all needed.

His chin drops and swallows before shrugging lazily. "It just says 'He knows.'"

Theo says nothing, playing with the petals of his daffodil flower crown that Tana made him when trying to clean up and calm Draco fully.

Pansy and I took her outside so that she wouldn't see any more violence. There was no need for it. Especially since she was still so young.

She understood why he was angry. The justice within it. But Draco on a brute of blindful rage was something all the elders knew was hard to control and ease in bloodshed.

Thank Seamus' and his medicinal pouch he'd always carry. Now the black eye that Theo had was nowhere to be seen.

Instead, he wore a widespread grin as he shifted the crown atop his head, wearing it with pride.