Fancy Meeting You Here
Ron stood on a hillock on the grounds of Hogwarts School. It was cold out that night, just stepping into March. Spring was coming, but it definitely wasn't there yet. He pulled his robes closer around his body and looked up, focusing on the candlelight glowing in a window on the third floor.
Despite his better judgement, he came out here almost every night to watch. Something in the act made Ron feel almost dirty, like he was tainting himself. That didn't stop him, though. Despite the taint, he still came to this mound of earth to look up into her window.
He watched Harry take her into his arms, holding close the beautiful woman that his friend was becoming. Despite what the Slytherin girls said about her, Hermione had come into her own last year and was now one of the most attractive girls in Seventh Year.
Ron watched his best friend hold Hermione close. He was the one who got to have her, got to touch her. Ron, however, counted himself lucky. At least he got to spend the days with his goddess. He pitied the man who invariably joined him on that spot each night, "Fancy meeting you here, again."
Ron's sometime companion looked up as he joined the younger man on his vantage point. With a wry smile, Severus turned his eyes to the window as well. They stood there, side by side, watching the woman they both desired go to bed with another man.
For Hermione, though, it was different. When she was with Harry, she was quiet. All he'd come to expect from her was a contented smile and the exhalation of pleasure. She knew that to him they were meant to be together. He'd told her time and time again that he couldn't, no, wouldn't imagine his life without her in it. They were perfect for each other, meant for each other. He told her that every night and she still didn't believe it.
Hermione's head turned to the side, her eyes straying to the ground. Giving Harry access to her neck like that meant that there'd be marks to remove in the morning. He liked claiming her as his own in that way and often seemed to wish she'd do the same.
She could see them, standing on that hillock, watching. They were always there, he was always there, watching her. He'd never asked her, though. He'd never mentioned it once.
Pushing the disappointment back, she turned to the man in her arms, in her bed. Hermione leaned up and kissed Harry gently on the cheek before laying back and giving herself to him. She gave herself to him because he'd told her he wanted her. He was the only man who had told her that he wanted her.
Severus' own eyes turned away from the window, the ugly look turned upon Ron, "Enough, Weasley. This is just sick. She deserves better and you know it."
Ron nodded, vision still fixed on the window, "Than him?"
Severus' eyes became sharp as he looked over at the tall redhead, "Than us, standing here, watching them. It's disgusting and it's enough. No more." Turning from the spot, the Potions Master stalked back to the castle, furious with himself for having come back out, again.
Ron smiled wryly at his Professor as the man walked off. It wasn't enough, it was never enough and they both knew it. Neither of them could get enough of her, particularly when they were both barred from her. They both knew the dark man would be back the next night and the one after that.
