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The Three Broomsticks was full the night that Ron Weasley returned from a business venture in London. He thought he'd stop in just to see if there were any of his friends hanging out after a long days work. He knew he had to get home to Pansy, whom he had married two months prior. Walking up to the bar he ordered a firewhisky and then took a seat at an empty table.
Looking around he was surprised to see that there wasn't hardly anyone in the establishment as he thought there would be. Sure he recognized a few people. Such as Snape and his 'wife'. Ron looked away quickly and took a swig of his drink. 'His Wife.' A title that should make the man with the strongest stomach turn green and proceed empty said stomach as Ron did the moment she told him the news.
Ron took one more glance at the far table when he heard a familiar laugh. 'Hermione Snape. Who would have thought.' Surely not Ron. What he thought was that she was the smart one of the group. Turns out he was the only one with enough sense in that particular matter. Harry had said that she should do whatever it was that would make her happy, and advised him to let her be happy. 'What a load of crap.'
He couldn't ever remember her being so mad before. She was livid, and he had to admit, that in the past anger seemed to make her even more beautiful than she was when she was happy. That's why he always tried to push her buttons. But at that moment, she was the ugliest thing that ever lived. Ten minutes had passed since she told them her 'happy news,' and Ron was just as angry with her as she was with him.
"Ron, nock it off." Harry said through the grinding sounds that his teeth were making.
Ron actually growled. Here he thought that Harry was mad because he was taking his side. "Me!" He yelled at the man who had been his best friend for fifteen years. "You both need to bloody well pull yourselves together. Harry, she just said she was going to marry, Snape!" He pointed a finger at Hermione's face. "Snape! She...is...going...to...be...a...SNAPE! A MRS. GREASY GIT!"
"Get that out of my face." Hermione said with a deadly chill in her voice as she slapped his hand away from her with a reverberating crack that seemed to bounce off of the walls.
"Ouch!" Ron said as he grabbed his hand in shock. That was definitely going to bruise. He suddenly had a flash back of Malfoy getting it in the face. He winced as he actually felt sorry for Draco in that moment. He should have known that she would excel in everything...including strength...she hit hard. "What the hell was that for?"
"Look Ron," Hermione fumed. "You can either accept my decision and be happy for me, or you can drop this friendship forever. You choose."
Ron looked to Harry and saw a surprised look cross his face. But it was gone in an instant as a look of pleading replaced it. He knew that look, Harry wanted him to give up the fight.
In Ron's heart, he didn't want the friendship to end, but he couldn't give up. He knew that she was making a mistake. 'Why would she choose Snape, when she could have...' Ron suddenly found the floor very interesting. 'Have what?' He asked himself. 'Him?'
"Just let her be happy, mate." Harry pleaded.
Ron shook his head. "I'm not going to lie and say that I accept this. You marry him, and..."
Hermione hexed him into silence. "You've made your choice. I thought you'd be a better friend than this. Get out of my rooms, and don't bother coming back." She flicked her wand and muttered the counter curse before turning her back on him.
"Hermione, I..." He started to say, but was cut off this time by Harry pushing him towards the door.
"You heard her." He growled.
Ron stared at his best mate in shock, but the look he received back held no friendship in it. Only disgust.
A new bout of anger rose into Ron's heart as he glanced behind Harry's back at Hermione's form. He knew she was crying, because her shoulders were shaking, but he felt no sympathy for her. She caused her own problems this time, and he tried to warn her. 'Stupid mudblood.' Surprised at how easily the insult came into his mind, Ron quickly left the room.
"Stupid mudblood" Ron whispered as he downed another sip of firewhiskey. Feeling a slight headache starting to pound behind his eyes, he leaned his head against his knuckles. "Why did they have to be here?" He said softly to nobody in particular.