Only One
"Hermione!"
Hermione flinched at the sound of the voice of her fiance. She could tell he was angry, but she couldn't understand why. Had she done something to make him this mad at her? She didn't think she did, but... with Severus it was hard to tell sometimes.
"What is it, Severus? Is there something wrong?"
Severus's ebony eyes blazed with emotion, hurt, sadness, and anger. "Something wrong? No, why would there be something wrong? I don't call finding my future wife kissing her old boyfriends wrong at all!"
Hermione's eyes widened. He had seen that? She had hoped that he would never even have to hear about it, let alone see it. "Severus," she took a step toward him, "it didn't mean anything."
"Oh no?" Severus laughed mirthlessly. "It definitely looked like it meant something, Hermione."
She shook her head forcefully. "It didn't! Ron and I were arguing, and then he suddenly kissed me! I had no part of it."
Severus looked down his long nose at her. "Do not lie to me. I know what I saw. You were reciprocating it."
Hermione took another few steps toward him. "But I wasn't. Severus please, you have to believe me... I would never do something like that to you!"
"Wouldn't, or couldn't?"
"Both!" Hermione was beginning to feel slightly frustrated as hot tears welled in her eyes. Why couldn't he believe her? "Severus, I love you!"
Severus laughed again. "Just like how you loved Ronald Weasley?"
"No, not the same! Severus, I believe that there is one true love for everyone."
"And let me guess, Weasley is yours?" he asked her, eyes narrowing.
Hermione let out a frustrated sigh. "No! You are, you idiot!"
Severus blinked. He was? He was her... no, that was impossible. If that were true she never would have kissed Weasley.
"I don't believe you, Hermione. I can't."
"Severus, please..." Hermione looked up at him pleadingly. "I'm telling you the truth. I do not love Ron, I love you. You are the only one I could possibly love."
He wanted to believe her, he really did... but a part of him still believed that she was lying to him. That she was using him. But really, what would she have to gain by doing that? Many people had told them both that they weren't a good match, that they shouldn't even try to be together. If Hermione really was in love with Weasley, she would have nothing to gain by pretending to still love him.
"Hermione... I want to believe you, I do..."
"Then please Severus, trust me. You are the only one," she murmured, tears falling.
Sighing, the man reached out and pulled the young woman to him. He just wasn't able to resist her. "Don't cry... I can't stand it when you cry."
She let out a half-sob, half-laugh. "I-I'm sorry, I'll try not to in the future..." Hermione clung to him, her arms wrapped around his middle.
Maybe she really did think he was the only one... and...
"Hermione?"
"Yes Severus?" she asked, pulling back a bit to look up at him.
"You're my only one too."
E/N: OK, so I hope this makes up for the shortness of the last one. I have decided to go to 100 of these drabbles, and I hope to start updating daily. If I don't get around to doing one day, I'll probably end up writing a few extra the next day.
