A/N: I don't own Harry Potter
This is for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Assignment #4 – Ancient Studies - Task #1: Write about unrequited love/infatuation
Word Count: 639
Warning: Ron bashing, stalking, plotting murder, delusions.
I hated how the ring sparkled on her finger, how the green jewel reflected the light. I hated the color green. It signified everything I couldn't have; power, wealth, her. At first, I figured it was just some stupid crush. It would fizzle out and she'd come back to me. That didn't happen.
Instead, she told me she wasn't interested. She told me that it was over. I refused to believe it. I couldn't believe it. I sent her flowers for her birthday, with a bright pink card. Harry said she'd thrown it in the rubbish the same day.
I wasn't going to let her go that easily. I loved her. She just needed to see it. I invited her out to dinner. Between friends, I'd claimed. I had even gone as far as to say I'd invited Harry. Of course, I hadn't, but she'd agreed to come. The fancy restaurant hadn't worked. She'd seen through my plan almost instantly. Accused me of being some horrible words.
I apologized, made some excuse, offered her a drink instead. She dumped it on my head, claimed she wasn't going to let me spike her drink and take advantage of her. It hadn't even been anything strong, just a hint of a love potion. It would only have lasted a day, that was all I needed. A day and she would come to her senses and realize she still loved me.
After the disaster of a dinner, I went to her flat, saw the light on. She wasn't alone! She was with him! How dare she? Didn't she realize we were supposed to be together? Out of all the people, she had to be shacking up with Snape!
I tried telling Harry. I begged him to send the aurors. Snape had to have potioned her. That was the only way my brilliant Hermione would ever be with someone so horrible. Harry refused to do anything! He said it was Hermione's choice. She had chosen Snape. He told me I needed to move on, Hermione had. I swore at him. If I couldn't have her than no one else could.
It was near midnight when I arrived at her flat. All the lights were out. I didn't know what I was planning to do. Maybe I had hoped I could reason with her? It hadn't expected him to be there. I hadn't expected them to be in bed – together and naked. I lost it. Before I knew it, my wand was in my hand. Then it was flying across the room. I was on the floor unable to move.
Harry was standing over me shaking his head. I tried to explain, but Harry wouldn't hear it. I heard Hermione begging them not to send me to Azkaban, that I needed help. How dare she! She was the one that needed help, thinking that snake loved her.
She got her way in the end. They locked me in a cell at St. Mungos'. I get to talk to the mind healers three days a week. Or I did, until one showed up wearing green robes and I attacked them. That was how I ended up in Azkaban after all.
I managed to get a copy of the paper, the Quibbler. The rest of the news was rubbish. But there, on page three, Hermione looked up at me. She was smiling, an emerald ring on her finger. Her and Snape were engaged. She'd chosen the bloody git over me! But what she doesn't know is I haven't given up on her. Once I get out of here, five years or less. It really depends on how well I behave. Then, then I'll show her once and for all that we belong together. And Snape will be out of the picture once and for all.