The Cabin | D.M 18+

S E V E N T Y - T W O

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TW: Acts of violence and gory scenes. Viewer discretion is advised.

- BELLE -

One needn't tell that Draco smirked beneath his mask as Hermione said those words.

They were like the caramel topping to a cheesecake. Sweet and devious. Yet incredibly devouring.

I could feel it in the tip of my fingers as the satisfaction beat his heart into a calm hum. It was quite ironic how something I'd find simple such as love and kissing, made him a nervous wreck, yet highly intense and stressful situations were when he was harmonious.

Unfortunately Pansy and I still hadn't got any wands, nor did we have time to steal any, but we had three men that did. Instead, we sported daggers in hand and kept with the darkness.

We became shadows.

Spies for the killers and informatives for the wary.

Draco crept on the tip of his feet up the stairs that led to the floor and poked the tip of his head in search of open space.

The others followed behind until we blended in with the creaking of the haunted-like home. Its timber frame smelled burnt. Like charcoal mixed with an extreme case of burnt toast.

Not even a mask could shield you from the stench.

Instantly, you'd scrunch up your nose.

Exactly like those times when Seamus took potions, flint and steel all too seriously back in Hogwarts.

"You and those cryptic messages. Those tossers have you completely mumbled in the head. Can you even tell what's real and what's not?!" He shrieked. "They're coming here to take you and hurt you, now heal me so we can leave and get you somewhere safe."

Hermione shakes her head, eyes glistening as the words penetrate her heart with utter ill will.

"What would Harry think?" She barely whispers. "About what you've done?"

"I've done nothing but give the Order the justice we bloody deserve, Harry would've done anything to destroy those horcruxes and have a win. Retribution, for the greater good."

Closer, Draco circles him from behind. As silent as a ghost.

Hermione cradles her arms into herself. "Even when you-"

"-Don't. Don't bring that up. Harry's my best friend and he'd forgive me."

"Well he's my best friend too!"

"-Was, Hermione." He seethed, his wand still pointing at her. "He was– your best friend."

She shakes her head. Not from defeat, but the bobble in her throat. The strain in her face, as if a piece of thread pulled from the tip of her nose. It pulled and pulled as her cheeks became rosy and stained with thin wet strips of salt.

"Well you're right about one thing at least." Her voice was shaken. Terrified but defiant.

Shoulders rolled back, her glistening eyes, although filled with sorrow, burned something deeper within. "They're coming for me."