The Cabin | D.M 18+

S E V E N T Y - T H R E E

Now that Cabin is coming to an end, there may be a few instances where I double upload a chapter. This is purely to keep adrenaline and tension going throughout the story. Otherwise the purpose of the final battle is defeated.

Enjoy.

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- BELLE -

If silence was deadly, there'd be a murder scene in the middle of the green plains and firepit.

No blood, no evidence. As though the bodies breached into cardiac arrest at the same suspicious time.

Seamus' face was caught in his hands, breathing sporadically. Theo and Hermione, although contempt with one another, could shed the tension off their shoulders with my dagger alone.

The fire was what caught Pansy's attention, snapping the wood as more magically charmed themselves into it to keep it going; her arms hugging her legs where her chin rested on the kneecaps. Contemplative of what life meant, what the purpose of it was.

Blaise stood, hands on his hips, his back facing us– overlooking the hills far behind us. You could hear his mind tick, after all, he was the closest one to Voldemort after the incident with Draco.

Something had to slowly connect the dots and if there was anyone who could decipher it, conquer the language it spoke, it would be Blaise.

Almost everything was reliant on his predictions and I couldn't even comprehend the weight of pressure he must carry.

And of us all, he had no one to hug or kiss. He hadn't got anyone to tell him that things were going to be alright.

I knew that if Tana was here, it'd be here to do it. But she was too young, too innocent to be caught up in this kind of mess. So there was a part of me that was glad that she wasn't here.

A tight grip clenches my hand, catching my attention and as I turn to see Draco, I can't help but direct where his eyes are focused on.

My swollen belly.

The only thing that could ease his nerves right now. As much as I could do on my own, I feel like our little bat had taken the golden pedestal away from me. Not that I minded. But I wouldn't deny the fact that I may have grown a little jealous.

"Can–" He pauses. Head twitching. "Can I feel her?"

I smiled, filled with tremendous amounts of love and affection, pushing the envy aside . "Of course," I tell him.

Taking his hands in my own, I press them and push it through at full throttle. And as the feeling vibrates, I notice that he no longer gasps. He welcomes the feeling, and instead the corners of his mouth twitch.

Draco leans forward so that he's lying at his side and head is facing my stomach, my thigh as his pillow, "Hi baby."

Nevermind. The jealousy evaporates and no longer exists in my bubble of a world.

It's just love. Pure, iridescent love. Gods I love him.

Now if tears could be eternal, the world would've drowned. It was my glass and he had overfilled it.

"Look at you," He whispers, "so healthy, so small."

His thumb grazes over the crevice and arches. "I can't wait to hold you."

I can almost imagine it perfectly.

Our little bat, so tiny and in Draco's arms for the first time. The way his eyes would gleam over her, like the precious flower picked at the garden of Eden. How he would cradle her away from Theo because it was absolutely necessary, thank you very much.