Title: The Hogwarts Vingettes: Flashbacks and Memories

Characters: Hermione, Ginny, and the girls. And younger versions of Ron and Harry.

Disclaimer: Still don't own any of these things, though I wish I did.

A/N: I'm pretty sure Hermione seriously does have flashbacks if someone calls her a 'know-it-all.' I mean, that's probably plagued her since kindergarten. But I really think she's proud of the title now and more power to her. Anway, I've also been thinking about writing another story about what happens during their last year at school, prior to this last week or so, and it's really been bugging me if Ginny and Luna would be in their grade now. I figure that most of their class mates would elect to just retake their classes for that year because they had a lot of horrible teachers, but I'm thinking Ginny and Luna would want to graduate with them. I mean Luna missed half of her sixth year though, so I'm not sure if she would be able to, but Ginny was there until Easter, so it's really her that I'm not sure about... opinions? Anyway, I hope you like this. Ron's chapter is next. Enjoy!

Hermione Granger absently sucked on her quill as she stared at the latest draft of her valedictorian speech. She swore, one day Ron was going to kiss her and notice she'd inadvertently tattooed her tongue or something, considering how often she's been chewing on it. This speech was bringing out all of Hermione's vices, and unfortunately, she thought, she had little to show for it. As Hermione pored over the opening paragraph, she felt Ginny Weasley shift a bit next to her. With a sigh, the fiery red head leaned back against Hermione's pillow, and immersed herself in her Herbology book.

"Alright," she said. "What cousin of Devil's Snare is needed to produce Amorentia?"

"The Flitterbloom," Hermione answered immediately, not bothering to look up. She was rewarded with exasperated groans from the bed next to her.

"Hermione, would you let us answer the questions? We're trying to study," Parvati Patil whined.

"I have to study too, and I don't have a lot of time to do it, what with ruddy speech being impossible to write," Hermione growled, staring daggers at her parchment. Lavender Brown let out an obnoxious giggle.

"What's so hard about writing some stupid speech? And besides, you're just going to get an 'O' on everything anyway, like you always do," she snapped. Before Hermione could unleash a stress-fueled torrent of verbal abuse on Lavender, Ginny interjected.

"Oh, shut up Lav. You should be thanking her for giving you all the right answers," Ginny snarled. Lavender pouted, but said nothing, choosing instead to look over some non-existent notes. When Hermione smirked, Ginny rounded on her. "And you, would you stop biting that quill? You're going to break you're bloody teeth," Ginny sighed, slapping the quill from Hermione's hand. Looking slightly ashamed, Hermione returned to her speech. Ginny flipped through a few more pages of her book.

"Go on Gin, ask another question," Parvati urged her, her dark hand poised over her notebook, ready to copy down any facts that she didn't know.

"Okay, okay, calm down," Ginny barked. "Alright, what plant produces pods that can cure most magical poxes?"

"The Snargaluff Plant," Hermione spouted, lightening fast.

"Hermione!" Lavender cried, fed up. "Would you shut up? When are you going to realize that you know it all?" As Lavender finished her outburst with those three tiny words, it was as if Hermione had plunged headfirst into a Pensieve.

Suddenly, her little first year self was trailing behind a scrawny black haired boy, and an adorable but annoyed red-head.

"It's levi-oh-sa, not levio-sa," the red head was saying, doing an impressive imitation of Hermione's pretentious drawl. "No wonder no one likes her. She's a nightmare, that know-it-all," Ron Weasley complained. Harry Potter and the rest of the stupid little Gryffindor boys all laughed. Hermione felt hot tears sting her eyes as she bustled past them, crashing into Ron's shoulder in the process.

Flash

A 13 year old Hermione Granger was watching Ron Weasley pack up his textbooks with a gloomy expression.

"I still can't believe Professor Dumbledore cancelled all of the exams this year," Hermione sighed, wincing as Ron tossed a mound of books into his trunk with bravado. He snorted.

"Hermione, I thought you'd be glad. I mean you were in the Hospital Wing for a month," Ron said, smiling. "This way your record is still perfect."

"Oh please. As soon as I woke up I started reading the rest of our textbooks. I was ready," Hermione scoffed. Ron stopped abusing his books to stare at her.

"Wow. You really do know it all, don't you?" he said, the smallest hint of admiration in his voice.

Flash

"Five points from Gryffindor for being an insufferable know-it-all," Severus Snape said coolly, peering down at Hermione. She lowered her eyes to her desk, mortified. Just as she felt two tears slide down her cheeks, she heard Ron Weasley's angry voice.

"You asked her a question and she knows the answer! Why ask if you don't want to be told?" Ron snarled. There was a pause, as Hermione and the rest of the class held their breath waiting for Snape's reaction.

"Detention, Weasley. And if I ever hear you criticize the way I teach a class again, you will be very sorry indeed," Snape growled, and returned to his lecture. Ron fumed in his seat, but Hermione stole a glance at him, smiling affectionately.

Flash

"Expelliarmus!" Hermione cried, sending Ron's wand spinning out of his hand.

"Damn it. Lucky shot," he muttered, fetching it.

"Keep practicing everyone. You're doing brilliantly," Harry Potter called to his classmates turned pupils. Hermione giggled a bit as Ron dramatically got into the dueling position, grinning.

"Bring it, Granger."

Hermione laughed harder as she scrambled into position. "Stop trying to incapacitate me, Ronald," she snorted.

"Hey, this is my only advantage," he chuckled. As Hermione prepared to strike again, she was distracted by the pair next to them. The two Ravenclaw boys were huddled together, looking disturbed. Harry was too busy trying to fix Neville, who'd flicked his wand so forcefully he'd stabbed himself in the eye, to help them.

"What am I going to do, Terry?" one of the boys was saying. "My mum is going to kill me."

"I dunno, Ant. I can put it back together, sure. But I can't make it tick again," the boy called Terry said.

"Expelliarmus!"

Hermione gasped as her wand flew from her grasp. Ron gaped at it, wide-eyed.

"I-I actually beat you? YES!" he cried, pumping his fist in the air. Hermione found her wand, and approached their neighbors.

"Is something wrong?" she asked them.

"Oh, I just broke my watch on that last round. It's a family heirloom," the boy explained, holding up a golden pocket watch. The knob was off, and a few springs were sticking out. Hermione smiled.

"I can fix that for you if you'd like," she said. The boy, Anthony Goldstein, raised an eyebrow at Terry. Finally, he nodded. Hermione flicked her wand and the watch was suddenly not only whole again, but ticking better than ever.

"Thanks!" Anthony gasped. "How the bloody hell did you do that?"

"Are you kidding? Hermione's the smartest witch in the school," Ron's voice said sharply from behind her. He'd apparently ambled over, post victory dance.

"Hermione? Oh, aren't you that Gryffindor girl? The know-it-all, right?" Anthony asked casually. Ron was about to snap at him, but Hermione cracked a small smile.

"Yes. Yes, I am," she said contentedly, and dragged Ron back to the practice area.

Flash

Hermione was sitting in the stands of the Quidditch Pitch, her nosed buried in "Quidditch Through The Ages." Harry and Ron had finally forced her to read it, even though she was highly disinterested in the subject matter. As she attempted to finish another chapter, Ron and Ginny Weasley crashed down in front of her, in a heated argument.

"It counts!" Ginny shrieked.

"Does not, you fouled me!" Ron barked, his face turning red. Hermione sighed and put her book down. The siblings were glowering at each other, their brooms clasped tight in their hands. Ginny was holding the Quaffle as though she might chuck at Ron's face, and her ponytail was bobbing so furiously it was making Hermione dizzy.

"What on earth are you two fighting about?" Hermione asked.

"I scored a point off Ron, and he is claiming it doesn't count," Ginny shouted, rounding on Hermione.

"That's because it doesn't, because Ginny fouled me!" Ron roared. Hermione frowned, glancing at her book.

"How did she foul you?" she asked.

"She kicked me in the shin!" Ron cried, outraged.

"Not in the groin or inner thigh?"

"No. Why?" Ginny sighed impatiently.

"Because if it was just in the shin, it's not a foul. The point counts. However, Ginny, I would appreciate it if you didn't maim my boyfriend," Hermione said, rolling her eyes. Ron and Ginny blinked.

"I-I think she's right," Ginny said, astounded.

"Of course I am. They decided on that rule after playing 'anything goes' for centuries, and that Chaser from Puddlemere ended up being impotent after a game against the Tornadoes," Hermione explained, exasperated. Ginny gaped at her.

"Bloody hell, Hermione… you are seriously the ultimate know-it-all," Ginny said, in awe. But Ron was beaming.

"Yes, she is. And she's all mine," he said proudly.

"Hermione!" Ginny Weasley's voice snapped Hermione back to reality. She noticed Parvati and Lavender staring at her, slightly concerned. "Hermione, are you alright?"

"Uh, y-yes. I'm fine," she answered weakly, still smiling a bit from her memory surge. Ginny frowned, looking worried.

"For Merlin's sake, get some rest tonight. That speech is driving you mad," Ginny sighed, shaking her head. Ginny continued quizzing the girls, occasionally casting a curious glance in Hermione's direction, but the know-it-all didn't say another word. She was far too busy reflecting on her strange burst of flashbacks, and the odd mixture of sadness and joy it made her feel. Maybe Ginny was right. She was going mad.