100 Ways to Kill a Weasley
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
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Beware the Scorned Witch
Beware the Scorned Witch.
By Kailael.
“Damn that Ron Weasley!” Lavender Brown cursed into the mirror as she attempted to clean up her running mascara, before another bout of tears overtook her.
She’d thought the night was going to be perfect. She and Ron had been secretly seeing each other since before Voldemort’s defeat and she thought that the first anniversary of Voldemort’s defeat was a perfect time to share that secret with the world. Not to mention the news she had for Ron.
He never picked her up or escorted her places; he always cited work as his reasons for his lack of time for such pleasantries. They’d randomly meet at events then end up shagging in broom closets or carriages before parting. On rare occasions he’d Apparate to her flat and they’d snog before shagging, her mind was so lust addled she never put the pieces together.
~*~*~*~*~
She’d arrived at the party alone, dressed in red silk and in the mood to see her man, but he was no where to be found. She snagged a glass of champagne from a passing server and mingled keeping her eyes peeled for the red head. As she made her way through the room she caught sight of Headmaster Snape and noticed he looked distracted.
Severus Snape, who was fatally bitten by Nagini, survived the incident thanks to the quick reaction of Fawkes. The Phoenix was now a permanent fixture in his life as well as his office. Thanks to Harry Potter his part in the war was brought to light and the board of governors felt he should retain his position as Headmaster.
Lavender followed his eyes, gasping as she discovered her missing red head. What she didn’t count on however was seeing him snog the hell out of Hermione Granger. She bit her lip as it felt like her heart shattered within her chest. Tears slid down her cheeks as she stepped forward intent on confronting him when suddenly she was pulled off to the side.
“Miss Brown I’d suggest you collect yourself before you do something you might regret,” Severus Snape murmured as he guided her away from the spectacle.
“Why do you care Professor?” Lavender snapped as she whirled away from him. “You have no idea what I’m feeling!”
“I assure you Miss Brown that though I don’t know what you see in that stupid boy, I enjoyed the sight of him snogging Miss Granger as much as you did, which is not at all,” he remarked pointedly.
She glanced from him to the snogging couple before turning on her heel and fleeing the ballroom. She ran to the nearest ladies room and broke down into a sobbing mess. She pressed her hand against her stomach wishing against all hope that this was all just a nightmare and that she’d soon wake up.
~*~*~*~*~*~
It had taken over an hour to get herself put back together. She assessed herself in the mirror, drew her wand and made her way back to the ballroom to confront the red headed bastard that chose to play with her life and feelings.
She stepped into the middle of the dance floor and fired off a hex at the ceiling, causing everyone to scatter. Dancing couples fled the floor leaving the angry witch in full view.
“Ronald Weasley, you worthless bastard get your bloody arse out here!” she yelled at the top of her lungs, causing everyone in the room to turn and stare at the freckled redhead.
“What’s this about Ron?” Hermione asked quietly.
“No idea, I think she’s gone crazy or something,” he replied acting as if there was no reason in the world for such an upset.
Ron squeezed Hermione’s hand and released it before making his way through the crowd. He pushed through the outer edge of people and stepped onto the dance floor. He didn’t bother going for his wand he just walked forward, even pissed off he didn’t believe Lavender would hurt a fly.
“What do you want Lavender?” he asked.
Lavender turned her wand on him and glared, her free hand coming up to cradle her stomach. “You want to know what I want Ron? You honestly want to know what I want?” she hissed her voice laced with venom.
Ron swallowed hard at the tone of her voice and the icy look of her eyes, but nodded nonetheless.
“Well Ron since you want to know, I’ll happily share it with the people here. They all deserve to know what a bastard you are!” she snapped. “Let's see. First there’s the fact that you’ve been with me since before Voldemort was defeated.”
“We were never together Lav.” He remarked.
“Never together, what the bloody hell do you call shagging three times a week, every week, for over a year then?” she asked.
“You were what!” screeched a voice from the back of the crowd.
Hermione Granger pushed her way through the crowd violently and made her way to the center of the dance floor, visibly pissed off.
Ron turned to face another enraged witch.
“It’s not what you think Hermione,” he insisted.
Lavender looked at Hermione.
“It’s exactly what it looks like!” she snarled angrily. “The bloody bastard was playing us both.”
Ron paled visibly as another wand was trained on him, this one Hermione’s. He squirmed and his voice wavered as he spoke. “A man has needs you know, you wanted to be a virgin until your wedding night so I went and found someone who’d put out until we finally got together and got married.”
Hermione’s eyes hardened.
“So you thought it was ok to cheat on me with her or on her with me?”
“It was just shagging,” he muttered lamely.
Hermione sputtered and looked at Ron with disgust.
“Well you can forget ever shagging me, you bastard! We’re through!”
Ron watched helplessly as the brunette witch stormed out of the room, his eyes meeting the eyes of the crowd and seeing derision and disgust in their eyes. He turned his attention back to Lavender.
“Well Lav, want to make a go of it?” he asked waggling his eyebrows brazenly.
Lavender shook her head.
“Ron you’ll never change, In fact I just have two more thing to say to you.”
“Oh?” he asked curiously.
“First I’m pregnant; you’re going to be a father.”
His eyes went wide as he started to move forward. Only her glacial glare kept him from approaching her.
“And the second thing?” he asked hesitantly.
“Oh that, well Ron I guess I just want to say Farewell,” she remarked, turning as if to leave.
Ron sighed with relief as she turned away, his posture slumping. He turned to walk back into the crowd without a further care in the world.
“Avada Kedavra!” Lavender yelled.
Blinding green light embraced the freckled redhead and his world went black. Aurors rushed forward and arrested the young witch.
“I hope you rot in hell Ron Weasley!” she screamed as the Aurors dragged her away.
Watching the witch get dragged away Severus Snape pocketed the vial of poison he’d been considering slipping into the boy’s drink. He thought briefly on how soon would be too soon to pay court to Miss Granger. He smirked as he realized that Weasley had never learned the most valuable lesson of all.
Hell hath no fury as a Witch scorned!
By Kailael.
“Damn that Ron Weasley!” Lavender Brown cursed into the mirror as she attempted to clean up her running mascara, before another bout of tears overtook her.
She’d thought the night was going to be perfect. She and Ron had been secretly seeing each other since before Voldemort’s defeat and she thought that the first anniversary of Voldemort’s defeat was a perfect time to share that secret with the world. Not to mention the news she had for Ron.
He never picked her up or escorted her places; he always cited work as his reasons for his lack of time for such pleasantries. They’d randomly meet at events then end up shagging in broom closets or carriages before parting. On rare occasions he’d Apparate to her flat and they’d snog before shagging, her mind was so lust addled she never put the pieces together.
~*~*~*~*~
She’d arrived at the party alone, dressed in red silk and in the mood to see her man, but he was no where to be found. She snagged a glass of champagne from a passing server and mingled keeping her eyes peeled for the red head. As she made her way through the room she caught sight of Headmaster Snape and noticed he looked distracted.
Severus Snape, who was fatally bitten by Nagini, survived the incident thanks to the quick reaction of Fawkes. The Phoenix was now a permanent fixture in his life as well as his office. Thanks to Harry Potter his part in the war was brought to light and the board of governors felt he should retain his position as Headmaster.
Lavender followed his eyes, gasping as she discovered her missing red head. What she didn’t count on however was seeing him snog the hell out of Hermione Granger. She bit her lip as it felt like her heart shattered within her chest. Tears slid down her cheeks as she stepped forward intent on confronting him when suddenly she was pulled off to the side.
“Miss Brown I’d suggest you collect yourself before you do something you might regret,” Severus Snape murmured as he guided her away from the spectacle.
“Why do you care Professor?” Lavender snapped as she whirled away from him. “You have no idea what I’m feeling!”
“I assure you Miss Brown that though I don’t know what you see in that stupid boy, I enjoyed the sight of him snogging Miss Granger as much as you did, which is not at all,” he remarked pointedly.
She glanced from him to the snogging couple before turning on her heel and fleeing the ballroom. She ran to the nearest ladies room and broke down into a sobbing mess. She pressed her hand against her stomach wishing against all hope that this was all just a nightmare and that she’d soon wake up.
~*~*~*~*~*~
It had taken over an hour to get herself put back together. She assessed herself in the mirror, drew her wand and made her way back to the ballroom to confront the red headed bastard that chose to play with her life and feelings.
She stepped into the middle of the dance floor and fired off a hex at the ceiling, causing everyone to scatter. Dancing couples fled the floor leaving the angry witch in full view.
“Ronald Weasley, you worthless bastard get your bloody arse out here!” she yelled at the top of her lungs, causing everyone in the room to turn and stare at the freckled redhead.
“What’s this about Ron?” Hermione asked quietly.
“No idea, I think she’s gone crazy or something,” he replied acting as if there was no reason in the world for such an upset.
Ron squeezed Hermione’s hand and released it before making his way through the crowd. He pushed through the outer edge of people and stepped onto the dance floor. He didn’t bother going for his wand he just walked forward, even pissed off he didn’t believe Lavender would hurt a fly.
“What do you want Lavender?” he asked.
Lavender turned her wand on him and glared, her free hand coming up to cradle her stomach. “You want to know what I want Ron? You honestly want to know what I want?” she hissed her voice laced with venom.
Ron swallowed hard at the tone of her voice and the icy look of her eyes, but nodded nonetheless.
“Well Ron since you want to know, I’ll happily share it with the people here. They all deserve to know what a bastard you are!” she snapped. “Let's see. First there’s the fact that you’ve been with me since before Voldemort was defeated.”
“We were never together Lav.” He remarked.
“Never together, what the bloody hell do you call shagging three times a week, every week, for over a year then?” she asked.
“You were what!” screeched a voice from the back of the crowd.
Hermione Granger pushed her way through the crowd violently and made her way to the center of the dance floor, visibly pissed off.
Ron turned to face another enraged witch.
“It’s not what you think Hermione,” he insisted.
Lavender looked at Hermione.
“It’s exactly what it looks like!” she snarled angrily. “The bloody bastard was playing us both.”
Ron paled visibly as another wand was trained on him, this one Hermione’s. He squirmed and his voice wavered as he spoke. “A man has needs you know, you wanted to be a virgin until your wedding night so I went and found someone who’d put out until we finally got together and got married.”
Hermione’s eyes hardened.
“So you thought it was ok to cheat on me with her or on her with me?”
“It was just shagging,” he muttered lamely.
Hermione sputtered and looked at Ron with disgust.
“Well you can forget ever shagging me, you bastard! We’re through!”
Ron watched helplessly as the brunette witch stormed out of the room, his eyes meeting the eyes of the crowd and seeing derision and disgust in their eyes. He turned his attention back to Lavender.
“Well Lav, want to make a go of it?” he asked waggling his eyebrows brazenly.
Lavender shook her head.
“Ron you’ll never change, In fact I just have two more thing to say to you.”
“Oh?” he asked curiously.
“First I’m pregnant; you’re going to be a father.”
His eyes went wide as he started to move forward. Only her glacial glare kept him from approaching her.
“And the second thing?” he asked hesitantly.
“Oh that, well Ron I guess I just want to say Farewell,” she remarked, turning as if to leave.
Ron sighed with relief as she turned away, his posture slumping. He turned to walk back into the crowd without a further care in the world.
“Avada Kedavra!” Lavender yelled.
Blinding green light embraced the freckled redhead and his world went black. Aurors rushed forward and arrested the young witch.
“I hope you rot in hell Ron Weasley!” she screamed as the Aurors dragged her away.
Watching the witch get dragged away Severus Snape pocketed the vial of poison he’d been considering slipping into the boy’s drink. He thought briefly on how soon would be too soon to pay court to Miss Granger. He smirked as he realized that Weasley had never learned the most valuable lesson of all.
Hell hath no fury as a Witch scorned!