The Aftermath Of Memories
Summary: She rubbed her forehead, closed her eyes, and thought to herself What in Blaises have I done?...Graduation was a real fog to her right now...A summer at Ron's house might give her a chance...he was leaving soon, and the thought made her want tocry...
Disclaimer: Ok...so If I, Hogwarts-Honeybee owned the Harry Potter characters, I definitely wouldn't be here right now. I think all of you know that without me even writing a disclaimer. So I don't own them, that's it.
Authors Notes: I'm not sure where this story will go but it's pretty cute anyhow...AND GUESS WHAT FOLKS?... I'm accepting Flames! wow I dunno If I'm gunna like this haha.. oh well...mkay well...here goes...
Hey look! The first chapter is just under that line -points to line- hehe...
Chapter one- "The Morning After"
Hermione woke up with a pounding in her head and weight on her shoulders. Last night was fuzzy and the headache spoke for itself. Something had happened last night that caused her to casually drink her way through the Graduation Party! But what? She couldn't remember. Was it Harry? was it the fact that this might be the last night she spent as a student with Ginny? Or was it...?
Her eyes fluttered open as she looked around. The place she had been sleeping in wasn't familiar.
This isn't the room I booked she thought. These aren't the red silky covers I requested...they're the normal blue ones...and.. She lifted up the covers to reveal a deep green dress. THIS isn't my dress!
Hermione gazed at the slightly torn dress and the silver shoes she was still wearing and let out a small moan.
What have I gotten myself into THIS time?
But before she had time to answer that question, she froze. Accompanied by her sliver shoes was a pair of feet and legs that had wrapped themselves around her poorly covered left thigh. She followed the legs up to the lanky torso that was glued against her body. Should I dare look? she asked herself.
She decided that in order to escape from the bedroom, she had to look up. She followed the torso up to a mop of shaggy red hair flowing over the pillow.
Oh. My.God.
Ron stirred slightly on the bed and breathed deeply. His feet shifted and he mumbled something like "mmm...Mione, don't... that's not funny...it tickles" A smile spread across his face. He seemed to be dreaming. Hermione didn't want to know what her role in his dream was, but she had a hunch that it was something that had happened last night.
What did I do to deserve this? Hermione thought, smacking herself hard on the head.
FLASHBACK- " The Night Before"
Hermione sat on the windowsill of a five star bedroom. Who knew that the Three Broomsticks could transfigure itself so well?...She smiled ,gazing at herself in the mirror. Tonight was the night of the Hogwarts Graduation Party...The Last Real night that the Golden trio would have together at least near to Hogwarts. The last Real night of watching Ginny Weasly drink underage and not care if people saw. The last Real night of seeing Neville asking girls to dance and then stepping on their feet a million times. But Most importantly, this was her last Real night as a Student with Ron...
Hermione always caught herself smiling when she thought of that Red-headed bloke. As much as she tried to hide the affection, she would never stop smiling when the topic of conversation was Ron.
Ron was always there for her. He had been there numerous times... During their First year when they had to battle their way through a giant chess board, Ron sacrificed himself to the queen in order to let his two best friends pass and get to the Sorcerers Stone and You-Know-Who.
When Harry was speaking in Parseltounge during the Second year Dueling Club, Ron had held her hand the whole time comforting her with words like "Please don't scream..." and "I'm right here.." in an odd but sweet way.
Third year, he had wrapped his arms around her and let her cry on his shoulder when she thought that Buckbeak (Hagrids Prized Hippogriff) had been killed. "It's ok Hermione" he had told her. "He lived a good life... please don't cry anymore Mione...I hate seeing you cry..."
Fourth Year was a bit tough considering their brawl during and after the Yule Ball, but he had shown jealously of Viktor Krum and that had also shown his want of protection and affection towards her.
Fifth year, he had sat with her limp and Hurt body worrying over her the entire time, while Harry learned about the Prophecy. Ron had cared for her until she was well again.
During Sixth year he had saved her from drowning outside Hogwarts when Harry, and Him had tried to teach her how to swim. He had dove in and rescued her, pulling her out of the lake and holding her trembling body against his. "Maybe You should stick to reading..." he had told her, trying not to but shaking himself none the less. The three decided not to speak of that day again.
And Seventh Year during the Great Battle between The Boy who lived and Voldemort, he had almost died blocking her from six crutacious curses. he had to spend a week in the Hospital wing and she sat by his side the entire time. She still remembered the one single kiss they shared when he awoke. "Thank you so much Ronald Weasley!" she had told him through tears "I thought I was going to lose you..." . Ron had looked up into her wet eyes "I wouldn't have let them hurt you Hermione...You know that...even if it meant dying." he had responded, taking her trembling hands in his own.
Yes, Ron had definitely been there more than ever, and Hermione didn't know where she would be without him.
It was all because of that first day on the Hogwarts Express too. She could remember it like it was yesterday. How she had fixed Harry's glasses and bound their friendship forever, all out of searching for Neville's Toad, Trevor.
She could also remember the fights that they used to get into. She laughed quietly when it came to these particular memories. Perhaps they were the reasons we are so close now she thought.
Hearing a soft knock on the door, Hermione pulled herself from her memories and went to open it.
As if they could hear her thinking, Ron and Harry entered the room looking extremely like mob members. Both boys were wearing black Italian slacks with shined Italian shoes. Harry was wearing a green Italian silk shirt and had his hair gelled in the messy look that made girls melt since 3rd year when he had discovered Hair gel. Ronald, however was dressed in a red Italian shirt and had done nothing with his hair. That was the way Hermione liked it. He had the most amazing and touchable wavy ginger locks, so natural was what was best.
Blimey, do they look good! Hermione smiled.
"Hello boys...my, my, don't you both look ravenish!" she stated.
Ron and Harry smiled. "Why thank you miss Granger!" Harry said as the boys struck devonair poses.
Hermione laughed. "Where in the world did you get those smashing outfits?" she asked.
Ron buttoned his cuffs "I know a place..." he smirked. "Hey look..." He pointed to his neck, showing Hermione the necklace he was wearing. It was the one that she had given him as a thank you gift when he had practically saved her life. Hermione smiled.
"You wore it!" she said grinning from ear to ear, as the boys finally looked her over.
"Wow Mione!" Harry said wide eyed "You look...you look...amazing!"
Hermione blushed. "Why thank you Harry...It's just a little something I found oh, not weeks ago..."
"It looks great Hermione.." Ron agreed, his ears turning pink.
Hermione didn't want to admit that she looked amazing, but the slinky red dress spoke for itself. She had also done her hair so it flowed down past her shoulders in soft curls, and she was wearing white-gold jewelry , Compliments of Ron and Harry's summer Job of waxing and cleaning broomsticks around Diagon Alley, just so they could buy her a nice Birthday present. They were going to each pitch in and Harry had refused to let Ron do all the work so he hadn't used one bit of his fortune in buying the present...The Bracelet and Earrings were one of the best Birthday gifts ever and she had cried upon receiving them...
Ron took note of the jewelry and smiled "You're wearing them..." he said pulling back her hair and touching her earlobe. She wanted to let herself go weak in the knees but fought the urge and smiled instead.
"Yes...I'm wearing them...well" she looked up at the Grandfather clock that was in her room "it's only Seven Thirty...What shall we do until Eight?"
The boys thought for a moment. Suddenly all three pairs of eyes lit up. "Butterbeer!" they exclaimed in unison.
Ahhh, the sweet affects of Butterbeer Hermione thought as Room Service brought them up three large pints of the stuff.
Hermione Remembered the Christmas Eve night during 6th year, when Ron had mistaken the Firewhisky Jug for the Butterbeer jug. he had downed the entire thing before he found out it was the wrong jug and spent the rest of the night making passes on Harry, which had caused Hermione to clutch her stomach in laughter. Ron had taken note of this and had pulled her from the couch and kissed her abruptly underneath some mistletoe. He had awoken on Christmas with a headache like no other and all of his clothes still on.
Hermione laughed... There was nothing better than a kiss under the mistletoe from a drunken Ron Weasley.
END OF FLASHBACK
Hermione didn't know what to do. She had obviously slept with Ron, and...done things... But how in the world did she end up in a green dress? and how in the world would They explain this to Harry?
She had no more time to think of it as Ron was starting to wake up. His eyes fluttered open. Oh God, he has beautiful eyes she thought.
Ron blinked for a few seconds and then rubbed his eyes, not believing what he was seeing that very moment.
"Hermione?"
"Good Morning Blue eyes and Ginger Hair...What in Bloody hell happened last night?"
Ok that's my first chapter... I'll update a LOT but I have two other stories to keep up with as well, so yeah.. plz review ! and you can flame me! I'm actually going to read them over and stuff haha.. ok Luv you all!
