Deathbed Reflections
By Snapeophile
This is a drabble response to the Dark!Hermione challenge at grangersnape100, an LJ Community
Disclaimer: JKR own all
but my ideas.
A/N: Snape, first person.
I should've noticed the subtle changes in her. I should've known my own damn wife better . . . but truth be told, the changes were pleasant.
Lavish meals were the start. Before, she could barely warm toast and beans; lately, she's a gourmand, spending hours in the kitchen, despite her demanding schedule at the Ministry.
Her newly-solicitous nature should have alerted my spy instincts. Hermione never waited on me or catered to my every need. Until recently.
Arsenic. How trite. A Muggle cliché. As I lay here dying, I reflect on the wife I always wanted but never had.
