"Where were you?" Ron asked, and for once Hermione found herself at a loss for words.
"I-I was at work," she replied.
"Work on a Saturday?" Ron asked incredulously. "I wanted to take you out…you know, like a date night or something. Muggle movies are full of those." He ruffled his hair in frustration. "You just haven't seemed like yourself lately, 'Mione. I wanted to cheer you up and stuff."
The band around her seemed to tighten. "Aww Ron," she replied, "that's so sweet." She choked down her guilt. "Do you want any tea?"
"No," Ron smiled. "You need a break. I'll go make tea, you stay here. I also got us some Chocolate Frogs, I remember you used to love those."
She wished, right then, that Ron could be a less loving, less perfect husband. Anything for her to justify that stolen kiss, her awful, unreasonable desires for Snape.
"Did you miss me?" Ron asked playfully as he waved a cup of tea under her nose.
She looked up to him, at his ginger lashes and freckled nose. Suddenly, she stood up.
"Woah! Careful there!" Ron yelped. "I almost dropped the cup!"
"Leave it," she whispered, and grabbed him by the collar. "Kiss me."
"I thought you'd never ask," he said, and cupped his hands around her face. "Hermione," he sighed, and dipped his face lower, covering her lips with his. His kiss was soft and gentle, sending shafts of warmth through her body. His arms wrapped around her and suddenly she was swept off her feet and up the stairs.
"Hermione," he whispered as he placed her on their bed and smoothed her hair. "Hermione, I love you so goddamn much."
Tears pricked at her eyes and she silenced him with a kiss, pulling him closer. "Ron," she said, "you are perfect."
Too perfect for me.
The next morning when she woke up, she resolved to end her feelings for Snape. She was nothing if not logical. She had not future with Snape.