A/n: Hiya. Valentines tomorrow. Gah. The fact is both depressing and pissing me off. So, in my restlessness I think I'll write a short holiday one-shot. Have fun reading.

Disclaimer: I own this and the true affection of all others. Yeah. Right…

A/n: Hello, that was sarcasm. And points to whoever guesses whose POV it's from before the end. OOTP never happened for this one.

Dark Chocolate

Stupid holiday. All the students going around confessing their "love" to each other. The bright shades of pink, red, and white. The happiness. The joy. Truly sickening. I hate ever minute of it. I believe there was a time when I liked this day. But that was long ago. That was before she broke my heart.

It was our 5th year and Valentine's Day. I had been fretting about it for weeks. I was finally going to tell her how I really felt that afternoon. I had bought her a rose and a heart-shaped box of chocolates. They were dark chocolates; her favorite kind. I was sure she felt the same.

We had Potions just before lunch, which was when I planned on telling her. Lunch that is. Not Potions. No, then I hated Potions. Shows how much things can change in three years time. She said she had forgotten her book in the classroom. After debating with myself I followed her back through the hall. Once I got to the classroom a disgusting sight that still haunts me today met me.

She wasn't getting her book if you haven't figured it out yet. No. There was no book. She was in there all over him; all over Snape. It was repulsive. He was over twice her age! How could she? I dropped the chocolates and rose there and ran. I doubt they even heard. At the moment my heart turned as dark as the chocolates and I became as alone as that single rose.

I separated myself from my friends and family. I spent all my free time in a compartment in the library. It was equipped with a small potions work area. That was where I devoted my time. I spent the rest of the year becoming the best I could at Potions and I moved up to the advanced class the next year.

I don't think my family ever knew what happened to me. I didn't come home for Spring Break and the entire summer I spent in our cellar working on Potions. My friends didn't know either. I disappeared from their lives and they went on without me. Good riddance. Good bloody riddance.

With all that time I invested in Potions I became the best. But I never got to find out if I was better then him or not. That was what I was striving for. I wanted to be better then him so she would see her mistake. But that never happened. Just before the end of my seventh year she and Snape eloped and ran off to France. Dumbledore hired me straight out of school.

I was left with over twenty years to stew and I am still left to stew to this day. Sardonically funny how I basically became him. I'm bitter, old, alone, dark, jaded, hateful, everything except an ex-death eater spy. Yes, I am biased. I always side with Slytherin whom I am now Head of House to. I hate Gryffindors. She was one.

The only thing I don't have is her. And I never will. Hermione's long gone. And I, Ronald Weasley, am alone. It's the 27th Unhappy Anniversary of the day it all changed. The day my heart turned darker then the chocolate I had wanted to give her. So if you were wondering if I hated this holiday unnecessarily you've probably figured out the answer. Now, kindly close the door on the way out.

A/N: Bet you weren't expecting that.

Yes this was insanely short. It was just a little piece to bring all of us who are alone tomorrow together to stew and bash St. Valentines.Hope you had fun. Review please!