"How could you?!" Hermione had unpetrified Ron, and he was freaking out!
"He is my only one Ronald Weasley, and if you can't accept that then screw you." her shrill voice rang throughout the dungeons, and floated up to the eager listeners at the top of the stairs.
"But, SNAPE?!" Ron grabbed her in an attempt to make her see his fury. "How could you love something like that?" A sudden realisation dawned on Ron and he whispered "He's a fucking potions 'S A FUCKING POTIONS MASTER! We are going to Dumbledore to get whatever he has fed you out of your system and then you'll feel better and know that i did it for your own good. "
"Let go of me!" She yanked her arm out of his grip, and rubbed it where bruises were beginning to form. "I am not under the influence of any potion or spell. And i wear his collar because i love him and it wouldn't stay on if i were being forced."
"He has you chained up like a dog!" Rons puce face was right up next to hers, eyes screwed up in anger, spittle flying everywhere*.
Hermione straightened up and yelled back "No Ron. He gave me his collar so that everyone knows I am his, and i wear it because I also want everyone to know." she stroked her collar lovingly, spinning the silver disk round , fingers tracing the engraved SS.
"Goodbye Ron." Hermione sighed sadly before turning around and running up the stairs.
A/N: I do not own harry potter please don't sue 3
ps: Thank you Amy for your constructive critisism on gmail. Cya on monday :P
*Because thats a sexy sight lol