A/N: I don't own Harry Potter or any related characters
Word Count: 614
Warning: death and murder
Hermione pushed her lips against Ron's, kissing him slowly, gently. Her bright red lipstick nearly glowing in the dark alley. He returned the kiss, his tongue exploring her lips. There was something different about the way they tasted, usually she wore a vanilla flavored gloss. This time, though, they tasted more like berries maybe? He only had a moment to think about the new flavor, to realize a bit too late that he recognized it. The kiss only broke when Ron stumbled back, gasping for breath. Hermione crossed her arms in front of her chest, watching him.
"What did you do?" he rasped, staring at her, his eyes wide in fear. Hermione laughed.
"I found out the truth, Ronald. I found out about you and Lavender, and Parvati, and Orla, and Draco!" Hermione howled. Ron stumbled trying to escape the alley. He hadn't even wondered why Hermione had wanted to meet him here, he'd thought maybe she wanted to do it there, try doing something semi-public. He gasped again, struggling to breathe. Hermione watched him, leaned against the brick wall of the building. Her eyes following his every movement, waiting for him to fall, waiting for him to die.
"I thought giving you a final kiss would be a good way to end this, you know, since that's how it started, with a kiss? Remember that, Ron, remember how you used my passions against me, how you used them to get me to love you? Do you remember when you cared about me, thought to free the house elves before the battle?"
Ron made a choking sound. Hermione ignored it. She ignored as he clawed at his throat. Instead, she continued talking.
"And then, when the war ended, we got married. I should have known better, but I thought you and I were destined to be together, thought we'd love each other forever. I should have known better. I mean, you do have a habit of running away from things."
Ron made some sound that Hermione thought might be him trying to defend himself. She laughed.
"I don't care what you have to say this time, Ron. I've heard enough of your excuses. You're constantly working late, or on business trips, or on some secret mission that you can't tell me about. I'm done pretending I don't smell their perfume on your shirts. I'm done pretending I don't hear the owls coming at night when I'm asleep," Hermione yelled. She looked over at Ron who was lying on the ground, drool leaking from his open mouth. He was still breathing, although so shallowly it was hard to tell. She bent down and kissed him again, giving him another taste of the poison on her lips.
"Neville made this for me, grew the plant and everything. He actually cares about my interests, not like you who tried to convince me to leave my job to have your babies. You know all those nights where you were working late, where you were with one of them? I was with him, telling him about what you were doing to me, about my feelings, something you never cared about," Hermione cried, tears streaming down her face. "He's thrice the wizard, the man, you'd ever have been. I hope you have fun in hell," she whispered, watching as his chest rose for the last time only to fall as he made a strangled sound noise and died before her eyes. Hermione blinked a few of the tears from her eyes. She wiped the lipstick from her lips with a tissue, incinerating it with her wand before stepping out of the alley and apparating home. Neville was waiting for her.