Author's Note: I wrote this in Driver's Ed a few days ago. This story was originally supposed to be a one-shot, but after writing this, I realized that it fit with the theme – plus, I already have more stories posted than I should, by all rights. Reviews are, as always, appreciated.
He was always watching her. He had spent years just… watching. But there was nothing wrong with watching her – after all, she was his. She might not have admitted it yet, but she knew – how could she not?
He had told her once that he would do anything for her, and he hadn't been lying – he would do anything, absolutely anything at all, if she would be his. And she would be his. No matter what, she would be his someday, and that day would come soon.
So why was she walking with someone else? She was his, his and his alone; that – that worthless creature had no right to have his arm around her like that! What did they think they were doing? She belonged to him! She was a nice girl, a good girl, not some whore like she was being treated now. He was just going to have to save her – save her from the humiliation of what she was becoming, what he was turning her into.
He ran up to them, leaving his watch post at last. He was silent, but in his mind he was screaming.
"What do you think you're doing?" he asked in a raised voice. He didn't want to scream, because that might scare her; he wouldn't stand scaring her. He must remain calm, help her, not scare her.
The Other Man, the Intruder, just laughed. "We're together now, Weasley." He pulled her closer to him, taunting him. Nothing was right.
He looked at her pleadingly. Please, please tell me it isn't true! he begged her in his mind. "My Hermione, tell him he's wrong!" he said instead.
She looked awkward. "Ron," she said slowly, "he's not wrong. I'm with him now. I'm not 'yours'. I've never been 'yours'."
He couldn't believe it. His world was crumbling as she spoke. "My Hermione…"