Anger. That was all he could feel at this moment.
He couldn't remember a time when he didn't have a problem with anger, and worse the grudges that followed. Blaise's betrayal made him feel as if he was going to explode. Never did he think that his mate would ever be capable of this.
And Pansy! He loved her, how could she do this to him? Clenching his teeth, he decided that now was as good of a time as any to head home. He and his 'wife' needed to have a little talk. Sneering with disgust at the empty glass of firewhiskey, he picked it up in his right hand. "What good are you to me empty?" He growled before hurtling it at the wall five feet from Hermione's head.
She jumped up from her seat just in time to grab her husband's wand from his hand and glanced back in his direction.
Ron sent her a seething look that caused her eyes to fill with worry. He wasn't sure what she was worried about, but at the moment he just didn't care.
"What the hell was that for?" Snape hollered from behind his wife's form.
Ron laughed. "For every inch of hell you put me through, you great bloody git." He said with shame. "First you take Hermione, and the rest is history."
Hermione and Snape shook their heads clearly confused, not knowing what they should say to that. Leering at them, Ron walked forward. Until he was inches away from the girl that caused him so much torture all of those years ago. "I did care about you, by the way." He spat.
Hermione met his eyes with a look of shear hate. "If you did, you would have accepted my happiness. You wouldn't have turned to the dark side."
A noise rumbled deep in Ron's throat. "Not everything is as it seems. You told me that many times. So you'll do well not to speak of what you don't know." He said pointing a finger in her face for the first time since she told him about her engagement.
"What's that supposed to mean," Hermione screeched.
Ron shook his head in disgust. "And here, I thought the witch was smart." He said sarcastically to Snape.
A look of contempt crossed Snape's eyes and he opened his mouth to retort, but then suddenly stopped. Ron inclined his head angrily looking at the still confused Hermione with disdain, knowing that his secret was finally out. "You'll never get it on your own will you? You women are all alike. Bloody thorns sticking in the sides of great men everywhere."
Hermione stiffened at the obvious insult. "You, Ron, are not a great man." She spat.
Ron narrowed his eyes. "Your right. I'm not. As I'm sure your wonderful husband can understand. If you'll excuse me, I have..." He paused. "Business to take care of." Before anything else could be said, he disapparated.
He arrived at the large flat that he had shared with Pansy for over a year. He searched it for any sign that his wife might be there, only to find it empty. 'Well, she's smart enough to leave,' he thought. Letting out a growl, he went to his desk and opened the upper, right hand drawer. In the back was a small hidden compartment that he opened. There lying wrapped in a cloth was his father's wand. Lifting it carefully, he made a decision...
A lone figure sat watching the scene unfold from the farthest shadow of the pub, and she smirked. She watched from under hooded eyes as Snape paid the tip and ushered his wife out the door. She had been right to accuse Pansy earlier of adultery, but never did she think that Blaise was capable of it. Setting her drink aside, she gripped her wand and with vengence on her mind she... disapparated as well.