It's Too Late To Apologize
Title: It’s Too Late To Apologize
Team Name: Spy for the Tattoo-ed Men
Word Count: (100 x 4)
Rating: PG
Challenge: blame it on Ron challenge
Characters: Hermione, Severus, Ron, pretty bimbo
Authors Notes: Inspired by melusin_79 drabble below. "It's always about books." Thanks to my dah-ling septentrion1970 for quick beta-ing.
"Hermione ... Hermione! We're late!"
Severus grumbled. Women and make-up, and she called herself a witch!
"Yes, yes ... I'm ready."
His breath hitched. Her evening dress flowed down, hugging her voluptuous figure. She wore her hair up, showing her long smooth neck. She was goddess personified. And she was his.
"Now, now ... there's always time for that later, husband dear. Right now, we have a dinner invitation to meet."
He scowled. His expression deepened at her bemused look.
"We can always say you have early classes tomorrow," she whispered seductively. "Now hurry, I thought you said we were late."
Temptress!
~.~.~.~.~.
They Apparated in front of the dinner hall.
He offered her his arm and placed his hand on top of hers. They walked quietly when she suddenly stiffened and stopped.
"Oh no, he's here. I … I can't. Let's go home, Severus. I just can't."
He turned towards the object of her distress. Her ex-husband was walking towards the hall-with a tall woman. Blast it all! He had been informed that that prat was not attending.
"Hermione."
"No, no … Let's just go home, Severus. I … can't."
"Hermione!" He half-shook her. "Look at me."
Her eyes were already glassy.
~.~.~.~.~.
"You are the most beautiful and intelligent woman I've ever met. If anybody else failed to see that, then it's their loss. You are no less beautiful, no less brilliant and especially no less desirable because of it. You are my angel, my wife and the mother of my future child," he said and placed his hand on her slightly bump belly. "He does not deserve you."
"He's with that woman."
"Hmm, next to you, she's not worth a glance. Come. Don't let him spoil our celebration. I want to show you off."
"Severus!" She swatted his arm half-heartedly.
~.~.~.~.~.
She was dancing with him. He couldn't help but looked at the couple longingly. He was stunned by her beauty. She seemed to be happy with him. That git!
The old pervert didn't deserve her. But so didn't he ... he thought gloomily. She was always with books.
Books and more books.
After having been married two years to her, he'd needed a woman instead of a bookworm as a wife. But she didn't look like the crying helpless woman he'd left a year ago.
"Darling, let's dance."
"Nah, I think I'll sit for a while."
Ron only had himself to blame.