Foolish Hearts

Fourteen

Ron's Pov...

He could almost smell the slut that was his wife with him. Of course, Severus Snape. It had always been him, never poor, pathetic, fat Ron Weasley who the bitch married out of pity. Yeah, he had seen how she kissed their damn potions teacher the night he supposedly died, and crawled away like the snake he was and disapparated to who knew where.

He had almost been shocked that the old bastard didn't take Hermione with him. But no, better to let the world think he was dead than take the witch who loved him the most with him. No, it was up to Ron to console her, and be compared to a former deatheater of all things! But he was never quite good enough, never quite measured up in all aspects of his life.

He found out where Snape took his wife from a travel invoice when he intercepted one of their owls. A beach cottage. Only couples took holidays, and he knew exactly what they would be doing there. Gross. No, it was too sickening to think of that old wizard shagging his wife.

He crept into the house after killing the four house elves they brought with them to serve them like any rich wizarding couple. Yeah, he didn't care about hiding the bodies, he could imagine the shock on Hermione's face. The headboard smacked hard against the wall as he listened to Hermione screaming out her pleasure. The bed squeaked as it was really getting a workout. Ron tried to keep the bile from rising in his gut just listening to them go at it.

He cocked back the hammer on his gun, and made sure the silencer was intact, because he had read that over time it can deteriorate with each use. He quietly turned the knob on the door. Locked. Of course, it was.

"Allohomora," Ron whispered, and he fully expected the enchantment to break. No, of course that wouldn't work, this was Snape who put the enchantment on the door. Ron shrugged his shoulders. He could wait. He crept away, and decided to wait until they woke up out of their sex coma.

He was woken out of a sound sleep by a shrill scream. Ron smiled sardonically, and found Hermione easily on the porch. She was wearing Snape's white dressshirt over her nakedness. He put the gun to her temple, and grabbed her around the waist as Snape came out of the house shirtless.

"Put the gun down, Weasley," Snape said, pointing his black wand at Ron's head. "We can talk this over like rational adults."

"Fuck you, man!" Ron shouted. "I'm here to take back what is mine. Hermione is mine, damn it! What are you, some gross cradle robber who gets off on taking things that don't belong to you?"

"And what are you, some coward that likes to intimidate women to make up for your inadequacies?" Hermione asked.

"Shut up, bitch!" Ron shouted, shoving the silencer up against her temple even harder. "I'm in charge here..." He began to cough. What was going on?? No, it couldn't be! No, he was so close. So close to having everything he ever wanted.

"Stupify!" Snape shouted, flicking his wand. Ron saw his wife run to her lover's arms. He kissed her forehead softly, and he whispered in her ear. Hermione went into the house, and Snape crouched down by his side.

"You don't deserve her," Ron said, feeling his heart constrict in his chest painfully as it became unbearable in its intensity.

Snape pushed his black hair out of his face, smirking, "You're right about that, boy. And yet, she chose me nonetheless. I could kill you, and part of me wants to for you threatening my fiancee, but I see that my godson took care of that for me. Did you not make an Unbreakable Vow to never see Hermione again on pain of death?"

The pain in his chest was unbearable. Ron screamed, "Yesss! But...under duress."

Snape shrugged his shoulders, indifferent to his pain, "It doesn't matter. The Unbreakable Vow will collapse your heart first, then your lungs, leaving you to collapse into nothing. There will be nothing left for the Ministry officials to collect, but the world will know how you threatened an unarmed woman with a gun, and nearly killed her twice."

"Go...t-to Hell!!" Ron breathed as his heart finally gave out. He could see Hermione come out of the house, and hide her face in Snape's chest as she cried. He saw tunnel vision, and then...nothing, he felt nothing at all as the darkness of death consumed him, and he knew no more in this life...