DISCLAIMER: I don't own anything. Harry Potter is JK's and all other respective owners... Inspired somewhat by The Killers' Mr Brightside, which, also, I do not own...
He'd finally gotten up the courage to ask her out. He wanted all of it, all that she could offer. It had started with the kiss they'd shared in the heat of the final battle before avoiding each other and the awkwardness that had followed. It was only a kiss; a kiss upon which he'd let his mind wander until he had convinced himself of his affections and her reciprocating feelings.
Ron arrived at her flat just as she was leaving and watched her get into what was it she'd called them? A cab; that was it. He quickly cast a trace and disapparated to where it stopped. He watched from the shadows as she approached a man leaning on a balcony railing. She took his cigarette and stole a drag before retreating inside. The man stubbed it out before glancing around the street.
Snape.
What was she doing with him? Ron could've sworn the dour man saw him. Though if he had, Snape did nothing; just following Hermione inside.
Ron crept up and peered through the window at the couple standing in a warm embrace. Her fingers danced up his chest and began work on the buttons of his white oxford shirt as he slowly unzipped her dress; letting it fall to the ground. He watched the pair slide into the bed and blinked. She was in bed with the greasy git. Kissing the git. He could see him touching her. It was wrong. All wrong. He felt sick to the stomach. His girl, his Hermione was with him, that murdering traitorous bastard. He pinched himself in the hopes that it was just a dream; no a nightmare. It had to be a nightmare. There was no other explanation for it. Why else would the girl of his dreams go off with the man he hated most? Except for, you know, Malfoy. How the ferret escaped Azkaban was beyond him. How Snape escaped Azkaban confused him.
He saw him lean over her and he could feel the jealousy rising within him like bile and he had to turn away, he couldn't watch any more. He stormed away from the flat, his face redder than his hair; fuming. How could she do this to him? He kept thinking about how she'd been disappearing regularly over the previous couple of months. Visiting with her family his arse. All those times she'd claimed to be going to doctors and libraries and her parents, all those times she'd sworn she would be safe and no she wasn't meeting anyone they knew. And she'd been with him. Well not anymore. Not if he could help it. She was his; and he wasn't about to share her. They were meant to be, destined. Anyway, if he couldn't have her, Snape certainly wouldn't either. He'd make damn sure of that. With that determination in mind, Ron retreated for Grimmauld Place to make his plans.
So I was at work, doing dishes when the Killers' Mr Brightside started playing on the radio; then the idea popped into my head. Except it was the other way round. Snape surviving and falling for Hermione in some unrequited love fantasy where he sees her and Ron together... But I've never been one to follow canon. That and I detest the idea of Ron and Hermione together. It just sounds so... what's the word? How about wrong? And I think JK so did wrong by our favourite Potions Master. He so should have had some semblance of a happy ending... Though, I should imagine, realistically speaking, a happy ending for him would just be surviving to live freely. Without any Masters' orders to follow, without having to watch his every step... And also, I thought it might be interesting to see an SS/HG told from a Ron POV which I haven't seen before... Sorry, I got away from myself there. Anywho, please review? I have cookies and cheesecake...