There he was, sad and downtrodden, playing with the necklace with his nimble fingers. The necklace that was returned to him on a cold morning in March. He looked a wreck. That day, I hadn't known what a mistake, an error I had made, committed.

            I had happily pranced around school with my friends, joyful that my restraints from singlehood were cut loose, and celebrated my newfound "freeness".

            It had felt wonderful.

            Harry, Ron, and I watched as he sulked over to his (would you call it a group?) "friends" Crabbe and Goyle dumbly looking at him . He peered down at the silver dragon in his hands.

It was beautiful, Lord knows it was; shimmering gems set into the body, with glittering green piercing ruby eyes, set into a polished silver. Lovely.

Although the sun hardly shone that day through the dark, rain-filled clouds, the gems of the pendant dazzled restlessly.

A smug look on my face, I watched as he brandished the swinging ornament in his friends' faces. I suspected tears forming in his eyes. For a second, the thought had given me a sense of pride, of accomplishment. I stopped chanting victoriously as new words formed in my head as I watched his sad, slumped figure.

A new mantra formed, although less victorious as my last chant of "I'm free!!!" My conscience got the better of my as my mind said, "I broke his heart."

As the bell rang for our next classes, I feigned a grin, sucking up everything Ron and Harry were saying about how I was much better off. For 5 seconds.

I headed into Arithmancy and sat back, brooding over what I had done. Soon enough, the bell rang again, signaling the transition period.

Every day that I had been with him, we met near his classroom, because I had to pass him to get to Transfiguration while he had Charms. At first, I hadn't seen him, and I was glad, due to the fact that tears had been forming all throughout Arithmancy, failing to take my usual notes (gasp!).

And then I say him, glaring at me, eyes red and puffy, as y tears threatened to fall from my eyes.

I tried to speak, although his penetrating stare stopped me from uttering a sound.

He turned on his heel to head to Charms just as a single tear fell from my eyes and I scurried off, snapping back into reality, the loud chatter from the students startling me.

What have I done? my mind questioned me as I mumbled under my breath,

"Draco…"