Warning.. Deathly Hallows spoilers!
This is from Ron's point of view and happens directly after the Harry and Hermione from the Horcrux kiss.
I saw, but did not believe. I was filled with anguish, anger, jealousy, envy.
Revenge.
I heard Harry yelling and looked at him. It was him. That same boy who had just kissed Hermione. He had to go, now.
I raised the sword, unsure of what to do, then instinct took over. It plunged into the locket, and they were gone in an instant.
My senses seemed to come back to me as Harry walked over.
Dear Lord. I had just seen my best friend kissing Hermione. Though I knew now that the kiss hadn't been real, the emotions were.
Is that what had been happening since I'd left? I dropped the sword in disbelief and fell to my knees. I covered my face as I felt a few tears leak from my eyes.
I know it's short, but let me know what you think!