Draco’s eyes fixed on his left hand, flung out on the hall’s stone floor away from his body, his fingers curled ever so slightly into his palm. The Gaunt family ring was sat ripe for the taking on his index finger - gold, and slightly askew so that Draco could just about see the stone of resurrection peeking out at him. Any regret he’d had about destroying such priceless relics was well and truly buried, and he found himself hating the ring as much as he hated the Dark Lord himself. It had brought them so much heart ache and pain and he relished the opportunity to destroy it.