Obsessed

𝑒𝓂𝑜𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃

FIRST PERSON
We've been traveling on feet for a while now and it seems like Harry wasn't even acknowledging me. I didn't think too much of it but Ron noticed.

He more so noticed that Harry was spending an awful amount of time with Hermione. Since Ron was the one with the locket at the time, his face was pretty smug as they walked side by side in front of us.

"Ah, thank you." Harry smiled at Hermione after she handed him a water bottle.

Ron frustratedly glared at the both of them.

But, so did I.

"You take this." Ron pulled the necklace off with his working arm and handed it to me, "I've had it for long enough now."

"Give it to him," I motioned to Harry, "I don't need the extra weight of emotion." I pushed his hand away.

"Just take it." Ron insisted.

"No, keep it-"

"I don't want it-"

"Neither do I!-"

"Hey!" Hermione spun around to look at us, making the hike come to a halt, "I'll take it then." She snatched the locket, "The last thing we need is the both of you to be ignorant right now."

"I have every reason to be ignorant." I mumbled and rolled my eyes while her and Harry turned back around.

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Day after day went by, the days repeating themselves as we ended up in a different location every night.

Tonight, Ron was the one with the locket. The both of us were listening to the scissors Hermione was using to trim Harry's hair.

She stopped to gasp, making Harry reach for the back of his head in fear, "What?" He ran his fingers against his neck.

"I'll tell you later." Hermione excitedly jogged into the other room.

The conversation continued on, resulting in Ron to huff impatiently. I turned from my side to my back, laying down on the blankets I set up to rest on.

I let them keep going, hearing a couple laughs and compliments that made me just wish I could've fallen asleep over them.

"There's only one problem, of course-"

I had only noticed Ron had stood up from where he was laying and marched over to him with his Deluminater. He interrupted Harry by taking their source of light away and making them freeze.

"The sword was stolen." Ron included himself into the conversation and put the lights back, "Yeah," He whispered, "I'm still here. And so is Y/N."

I heard my name and quickly rushed over, "What's going on?" I asked.

"Oh no, let them carry on. Don't wanna spoil the fun, do we?" Ron put his hand on my shoulder, slightly cocking his neck at Harry.

Harry sighed and turned around on the table bench he was sitting on to face us, "What's wrong?" He questioned mockingly.

"Wrong? Nothing's wrong," Ron insisted, irritatedly dropping his hand from my shoulder, "Not according to you, anyway."

"Look, if you've got something to say, don't be shy." Harry blinked at him, "Spit it out."

"Alright i'll "spit it out"." Ron scowled, "But don't expect me to be grateful just because now there's another damn thing we've gotta find."