He who must not be Loved. [d.m]

7-6

"Jealous, Weaselbee?"
"I thought we were past the 'Weaselbee' phase."

"Y/n.." I opened my eyes panic. I wasn't in the tent— Hermione, Ron, Harry they were nowhere to be seen. I swallowed hard, looking around. Okay, Y/n, just calm down. It's just a dream.

"Y/n." I snapped my head in direction of the sound. I knew who it was. Yet, I felt at unease to see or hear him.

"I curse you, Y/n. To eternity of misery." Her voice rang a million times in my head. "Y/n." I groaned upon hearing the whisper again.

"What!? What do you want!?" I heard myself yell. "You know what I want. I want you to come back." I shook my head, trying to step back. "Leave me alone!" I scream, jolting awake.

I panted, looking around. Harry, Hermione, Ron. They were all here. "Y/n." I grabbed my wand, pointing it behind me. Hermione looked at me with her eyes widened. I sighed in relief as I saw who she was before putting my wand down again. "He's in your head, isn't he?" She sighed.

"I don't know what to do." I mutter, my head in my hands. "You can't keep letting him in." She said. "It's easier said than done." I said. She remained quiet, looking away.

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"How's your leg?" Harry asked. "Uhm.. better." I responded. "Enough for us to get going?" He asked. I rolled my eyes. "Well, I can run from danger so that's that." I said. He clenched his jaw. "God, Harry. I'm trying." I huffed. "Well, try harder." He yelled. I remained silent, staring at him in confusion. Why was he acting this way.

"Take it off." Hermione said. "I said, take it off." She spoke again, drawing closer. Harry reluctantly removed the necklace, giving it to Hermione. "Better?" I asked. "Loads." He sighed. "We'll take turns wearing it." Hermione said.

Once again, it was nightfall. We'd already spent about three days here. I walked out of the tent, spotting Hermione as I walked towards her. The two of us froze at the sight of a few men.

I narrowed my eyes in confusion as they walked past us before one stopped. "What's that smell?" He asked, inches away from us. I sucked in a breath before looking at Hermione. "Invisibility charm." She mouthed. I nodded. The man quickly walked away into the woods.

"Snatchers." Harry said, creeping up behind us. "Good to know your enchantments work." I sighed before leaving the two there and walking towards Ron. He has his head peeking out of the tent as I furrowed my brows. "What's gotten your wand in a knot?" I asked before looking back to see what he was glaring at. Hermione and Harry.

"Jealous, Weaselbee?" I chuckled, teasing him as he rolled his eyes. "I thought we were past the 'Weaselbee' phase." He said. Well, it's the only thing reminding me of Draco at the moment. "Only joking." I said, looking back at the two. "You do know that Harry has no romantic attraction to Hermione whatssoevr, right?" I asked.

"Right." He muttered before walking back into the tent.

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We finally started our walk towards.. well, I don't know where. Hermione and Harry walked ahead of us while Ron sighed at the sight of them. I rolled my eyes.

My leg began stinging again so we decided to stop for a bit and rest. "He doesn't know what he's doing, does he?" Ron asked, looking at Harry as he sat on the bench beside Hermione. "When does he ever?" I responded.

The rest of the week was a blur. My mind was full of Muggle and Wizard names who had either been killed or gone missing. Harry and Ron had been listening attentively. I was just glad that neither Pansy or Theo's name had been uttered.

We formed another tent a little further away from our previous location. I sat on the table, scrolling through newspapers. Ron was laying on the bed while Hermione attempted to cut Harry's hair. "Oh, my god!" I heard Hermione shout as she walked towards the other room. Harry looked around in panic, touching the back of his head to make sure she hadn't given him a bald spot. "What?" He asked before walking towards her.

I remained in my seat, looking through the papers. It was mainly about my search and the rest about Harry's. The other deatheaters were mentioned once or twice but I hadn't seen Draco anywhere on these. I sighed, looking up at the tent's ceiling.

Fuck, why did I miss him so much?

Yells from the other room broke my daydream as I scoffed. Can't get a minute of peace here. I walked into the room where Ron was yelling at Harry.

"What's wrong?" I asked cautiously. "No. Nothings wrong." Ron answered, glaring at Harry. "Not according to him anyway." He added. "Look, if you've got something to say, spit it out." Harry scoffed, standing up. "Alright. But don't expect me to be happy that we've gotten another thing to find." Ron muttered. "I thought you knew what you signed up for." Harry said. "I thought so too." Ron said.

"What? Did you expect us to be living in a 5-star hotel?" Harry scoffed. "I just thought that after all this time.. we would've achieved something." Ron scoffed. "If you haven't already noticed, we have! We've found another horcrux." Harry shouted. "And have we found a way to destroy this one!?" Ron yelled back, holding the locket which was around his neck.

Hermione and I shared a look. The locket has a spell on it. It forces the person wearing it to act upon anger, rage, impulse.

"Ron, please take it off." Hermione whispered, drawing closer towards him. "Take off the horcrux, Ron. You wouldn't be saying this if you hadn't been wearing it all day." She said again, raising her voice slightly as Ron shoves her slightly. "Want to know why I listen to that radio? So I don't hear Ginny's name, or Fred, or George, or mum—" Ron stammers. "You think I'm not listening!? You think I don't know how this feels!?" Harry yells.

"No, you don't know how this feels! Your parents are dead. You have no family!" Ron shouts. I stare back at him with my my mouth open. "Ron!" I shout.

Harry quickly jumps onto Ron as the two try punching eachother. "Stop! Stop!" Hermione yells, breaking the two apart. "What's wrong with you two!?" She shouts again. "Fine then go! Go then!" Harry says. Ron pants heavily, taking off the locket and shoving it into my hands. "Fine." He mutters before leaving the tent. "Ron.." hermione mutters. "Are you coming?" He asks, looking at Hermione. She remains silent, taking a step back.

Ron's eyes flicker in pain before landing on me. "And you?" He asks. I look at Hermione who was practically begging me to stay with Ron. I nod my head. "Comimg." I say before grabbing my bag.

Harry follows behind me. "What are you doing? He's gone insane, you can't go with him." He whispers while I pack my bag in haste. "I'll bring him back, Harry. Calm him down. By then, try cooling off yourself, yeah?" I say. He sighs. "Y/n-" I quickly cut him off. "I'll be fine. Take care of yourself and Hermione." I say again, wearing my bag. He nods reluctantly.

Ron shoots one last glare at Harry before leaving the tent.