A/N: I don't own Harry Potter or any related characters
Word Count: 479
Warning: canon character death.
"He deserved it," Harry commented as Ron fought to hold Hermione back. They were coming from the funeral of Severus Snape. Almost all of the crowd had already dispersed, leaving just the trio. Hermione had had to be forced from the headstone. "The man was a bully and a creep," he added. At this point, Ron had given up holding Hermione. She'd also managed to wordlessly hex him. She charged at Harry, who promptly managed to step aside, leading Hermione to end up face down on the grass. Harry had at least learned one thing in auror training, granted learning to dodge was about the only thing he'd learned.
"Take it back," Hermione howled, picking herself up. "Take it back," she hissed, crossing the short distance between her and Harry.
"No. Snape deserved to die," Harry stated again. "I'm glad Moldypant's snake took a chunk out of his neck. All he ever did was torment me and Neville. I don't know what you thought you saw in him, Hermione. I'm glad he's gone."
Hermione screamed at Harry as she lunged at him again, her hands curled into fists. At the last minute, Ron managed to grab the collar of her shirt. He held her tightly as she punched at the air.
"Blimey, Harry, even I know better than to insult Snape in front of his former marriage law wife!"
"It was a stupid ploy by You Know Who, Ron, she didn't care about him. She only did it to help the Order," Harry commented. Ron debated letting Hermione pummel him. It was painfully obvious to anyone who had eyes that Hermione had seen the marriage as more than just an arrangement she'd been forced into. The puffy eyes from crying at finding out he was dead had been Ron's biggest clue. One didn't cry for someone if they didn't care.
"I fell in love with him," Hermione whispered. "It was more than just... we loved each other," she sobbed, tears falling down her cheeks. Ron put an arm around her, letting her cry against him as he glared at Harry.
"He was a git," Harry stated. "It doesn't matter any more. He's gone. I was thinking we could meet up with Neville, get some drinks to celebrate?" he asked.
"No thank you," Hermione said coldly. "I've got better things to do than listen to you drunkenly bash my husband. Ron? Could you please take me home?" she asked. Ron nodded.
"Apparation alright? I'm running late to meet Ginny."
"That's fine, anything to get out of here," she stated, glaring at Harry as Ron put a hand on her shoulder and apparated her to the small house in the middle of nowhere she and Severus had once called home. Harry shook his head. Hermione would come around eventually, once she realized she was finally free of the greasy haired bully.