Emerald - Draco Malfoy

65

We moved around on foot the next day.  With Ron being weak from his injury, we didn't want to risk it. 

After we set up 'camp', we tried to destroy the Horcrux.

Everything we tried didn't work. 

We were at a stand still. 

We all took turns wearing it, to keep it safe. 

Harry and I sat outside the tent with Hermione, as Ron rested inside. 

You could hear the radio inside, listing the names of the dead for the day. 

"Does hearing that bug you as much as it bugs me?" I asked Harry.  

With every name that was listed, anger grew inside of me. 

You could tell it did the same for Harry. 

Harry stood up quickly.

"Don't!" Hermione yelled at him.  

Harry huffed loudly, as he sat back down. 

"It puts my teeth on edge!" Harry argued. 

"It comforts him." Hermione spoke softly. 

"It's just not what we wanna hear, Hermione." I sighed. 

"When can we get moving again?" Harry asked quickly.  

"Not for a while, Ron's too weak.  I'm doing everything I can." Hermione came and sat by us. 

"You're not doing enough!" Harry yelled loudly.  

You could see the anger build behind his eyes. 

"Take it off, Harry." I demanded, as I held my hand out.  

He rolled his eyes, before taking the Horcrux off. 

I placed it around my neck, and tucked it into my shirt. 

"Better?" Hermione asked him. 

"Loads." Harry sighed with relief. 

...

After a few hours of having it, I gave it to Ron for his turn. 

The Horcux made my thoughts worse. 

They teared me apart from the inside out.

That night I stood outside at the edge of our border, smoking a cigarette. 

I watched the enchanted walls rippled in the wind.  

They were translucent, clear as glass.  

"It's cold out here." Hermione whispered to me.  

"It's pretty chilly." I put the rest of my cigarette out.  

"You've been out here for a while, you should come in.  The boys are getting worried." Hermione gave me a weak smile. 

"Yeah, yeah." I sighed. 

"You've been thinking, about him." Hermione replied.

"I always am, I just can get him out of my head.  I don't even know what to think.  Every thought that crosses my mind, is Draco.   Draco, and only Draco." I rolled my eyes.  

I was annoyed with myself. 

I wanted to think about Draco, but I didn't at the same time. 

I wanted to hate him, but I didn't at the same time. 

"I guess you're still unsure-" Hermione spoke, but quickly stopped when a tree branch snapped in the distance.