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: Hey! I'm beginning to see that with every story I create, my vocabulary gets boosted... I learned what the term "Depliction" meant today...lol

Thanks to all of you who have started reading this...Much love!


Chapter Two- "Friends and Firewhisky"

Ron still couldn't believe it, and Hermione could tell. He just sat there staring at her, in a way that made her feel a bit uncomfortable.

"Hermione...erm...why are you..uhh..in my-"

"I Don't know!" Hermione jumped out of the bed and tried to search her brain for any recollection of last night. "I...I remember Firewhisky...Lot's of it.." she muttered.

Ron placed his head back on the pillow and stared at the ceiling, still to surprised to talk fluently.

"Ummm...did I?...Did we..." He paused to swallow "do it, Hermione?"

Hermione couldn't take it. She sat on the bed and placed her head between her hands.

"Do you remember anything about last night, Ron?" she asked him.

Ron closed his eyes, as if struggling to remember. After a few minutes his blue eyes lit up.

"I do remember something..." He stated "I remember dancing...with you...And laughing... a lot...and ...k-kissing"

He hit his head a couple of times "Aww Hermione, it's just such a blur..."

"I know what you mean..." Hermione said. "I can barely remember anything...besides drinking..." she frowned...

FLASHBACK- "Continuation of the Night Before"

When Ron, Harry, and Hermione all entered the main room for their Graduation party, they were dumbstruck by how amazing everything looked. A Wizard band by the name of Lapsed Dilemma was playing on a stage that must have been conjured. The Band had ripped clothes and blue and black hair, and the Lead Singers guitar was bewitched to change colors with every note. They sound Wicked! Hermione thought as she admired the Hogwarts colors spread about the room like oil paints. The whole place took her back to the Yule Ball and how nice Viktor had been that evening.

Viktor Krum had told her how beautiful she looked and how he had liked her ever since he saw her, but he wasn't much of a convorsationist. Now that she thought about it, she wondered why she had never asked Ron. But it was in the past, a memory...still...

"Wicked!" Ron exclaimed "C'mon Hermione, Lets cut a rug!"

Hermione raised an eyebrow and grinned "Cut A Rug?" she quoted. "But I haven't any scissors..."she said sarcastically.

Ron just smirked... "Well if you prefer, we could grab a drink instead." He offered.

Hermione smiled. Ron was always asking what she preferred. Ever since fourth year practically. It seemed as though he always put her wants and needs first, after the two stopped fighting with eachother. True, they still did, just not about stupid things. Or so they claimed.

"I would love a drink..." Hermione said, as Ron took her hand and lead her to the bar.

END OF FLASHBACK

Hermione was previously trying to cover herself up more. Ron smirked.

"What are you bloody staring at!" she snapped.

Ron smiled "Your almost starkers in that dress..." he raised an eyebrow at the green piece of cloth she had been wearing "But...weren't you in Red last night?"

"I'm afraid so" Hermione sighed "Where do you suppose I got this outfit from?"

"...I think I know where..."

"Where then?'

"Wasn't that Gin's outfit?"

Oh Bloody... Hermione thought.

"Yes...yes it was..."

FLASHBACK- At the Bar

Ron and Hermione found a spot at the bar and took their seats. "I'll have a Pint of Firewhisky..." Ron stated as a matter of factly. "What would you like Hermione?"

Hermione thought for a moment... "Can I get a glass of pumpkin juice?"

Ron looked at her "What?" he said "no alcohol?"

Hermione grinned "And spike it please..."

Ron smirked. "Spike it then good man!" he exclaimed.

The bartender nodded and in moments the two were enjoying their frosted glasses of alcohol, and making small talk with a very drunken Seamus Finnighan and Neville Longbottom.

"Hey Hermione..." Seamus stumbled off of his barstool and took her hand "WannaDanceWithMe?" His words slurred together.

Is he hammered or what? Hermione thought. "Maybe later Seamus...I'd rather have a few more drinks..." she said.

Seamus shrugged "Neville...do YOU (hic) Wanna dance?"

Neville smiled "Of course I would, you handsome lush!" he giggled and took Seamus hand. The two drunken boys made their way out to the dance floor and literally 'cut a rug'...

Hermione and Ron burst into laughter. Ron had to clutch his stomach from laughing so hard.

Hermione stopped laughing, and cocked her head "They make a cute couple Ron, don't you think?"

This only caused Ron to laugh harder.

After a little more than a few drinks, the two were began to feel a bit tipsy themselves, as Ron ordered them another round of six shots each. Hermione downed hers like crazy and wiped her mouth on her arm before asking Ron to dance. "Hey Ronnie, do you wannadance(hic)?"

Ron smiled "All right (hic)...letscutarug!"

As the two made their way to the dance floor, the band proceeded to play a slow song. Hermione and Ron stumbled to the middle of the dance floor. Hermione literally threw herself into Ron's arms and the two began to slow dance.

"ThisSongIsPretty!" Hermione said, stepping on Ron's foot.

"Ouch! Yeah I know (hic)..." Ron had barely noticed Hermione's foot or the music. He was too busy looking into her eyes. But Hermione heard the song loud and clear.

I've been here before a few times

And I'm quite aware we're dying

And your hand s they shake with good-byes

And I'll take you back if you'll have me

So here I am I'm trying

So here I am Are You ready

Come on let me hold you

touch you

feel you

Always

Kiss you

Taste You

All night

Always

Hermione longed to hold, touch, and taste Ron all night, but even in her drunken state she knew it would never happen. Ron was her best friend and no matter how much she wished he did, he would never feel for her like that...or so she thought.

Even while Hermione was drunk, she knew that her and Ron had been to Hell and back and had still remained best friends. Part of the reason for that was Ginny Weasley. Hermione would never forget about the time Her and Ron had gotten into the biggest quarrel of their lives. Ginny had caught them throwing things at eachother in the Common room and had shouted "Expelliarmus!" at the top of her lungs. They had been disarmed of their wands and were demanded by the little Red-haired girl, to sit on the couch and talk over why "a simple Homework assignment and some foul name calling was no reason to throw away a friendship". The two had apologized and promised never to argue like that again. And Ron had not broken his promise.

The song ended, and Hermione found herself being pulled out of her thoughts and into the arms of Ginerva Weasley herself "HERMIONE GRANGER where have you been hiding all night?" Ginny was obviously drunk herself. She looked quite gorgeous though, in her Dark green Dress, with a massive slit down the left side. "What do you think of my outfit?" she asked.

Hermione smiled "It looks(hic) awesome!"

"Great then...Wanna switch?"

"What? What are you-"

"Oh come one Hermione! please... It clashes with my red hair so badly..."

"Ginny no it doesn't..."

"Yes IT DOES! Please?" Ginny stamped her little foot on the ground and pleaded. Hermione was too drunk to make her own decisions any further.

"Fine...C'mon..lets go change in the bathroom..."

Ginny let out a squeal of happiness as the two girls entered the lavatory. There were tons of Witches, doing their makeup and stumbling around. The two spotter Lavender Brown and Parvati Patil sitting on the floor sharing some sort of drink in a silver goblet. "Hello Weasley...Granger..." Lavender greeted them... "Having fun?"

"Oh yes..." Hermione said as she stumbled out of her Red dress and into Ginny's green one. "Super wicked band, don't you think?"

"I'll say!" Parvati smiled "My brother is the drummer!" she exclaimed.

Lavender swooned "He's SO HOTT!"

The girls broke out in a massive fit of giggles. Hermione rolled her eyes "Ok I'm done changing...lets go..."

Ginny led Hermione back out of the bathroom and onto the dance floor, but Hermione protested.

"I've got to find Ron!" she shouted over the music.

"Why!" Ginny asked.

"I Want to tell him something!" She lied.

Ginny shrugged and began dancing with some sixth years who had also been invited.

Hermione tripped over feet, and pushed through bumps and grinds before finally reaching Ron, who was staring at her with utmost shock in his eyes.

"You changed!" he said pointing out the obvious... Hermione giggled sheepishly...

"Do you like it?"

"I LOVE it!"

"Well that's good to know..."

Ron was staring at her, which had always made her feel uncomfortable. "What are you staring at?" she asked.

Ron smiled "This may bethewhiskytalking...but I...well I...ummm I want you Hermione!"

Hermione felt herself going red in the cheeks. "Come again?" she asked.

"I WANT you, I say!" Without hesitation, Ron got up off his barstool and kissed Her full on the lips. "I've always sorta wanted you, but the green dress is too much..." he said kissing her again.

Hermione felt herself going weak in the knees for the second time that night, but she resisted the urge once more and looked up into Ron's blue eyes. This was what she had been waiting for, for 7 long years. It was almost too good to be true, even if it was happening a bit faster then she'd imagined. Was Ron Weasley actually kissing her? She decided that she was too shocked and Drunk to protest -as if she would have anyway- or do anything about it, so she simply kissed Ron right back.

The kiss had only lasted a for a very few short moments, but Hermione still had time to be reminded of the Day Ron had told her she was Brilliant. It had taken place second year when she had stayed up all night helping Ron get his homework finished. "You know what Hermione...You're bloody brilliant! There's no way I could have finished this without you..." was all he had said, but hermione had blushed non the less.

Now as she stood there, her lips locked with Ron's, she could feel that same blushing feeling coming back to her.

Finally, Ron broke the kiss and smiled down at her. "So...does this mean you want me too?" he asked, his ears going pink.

Hermione grinned "Well... at the moment Ron, undoubtedly..."

END OF FLASHBACK

Hermione saw Ron digging under the bed for something. "What are you looking for?" she asked him.

Ron pulled out a few cauldron cakes and a bag of potato crisps. "If were going to be in here for a while, then I'm going to need thinking fuel..." he said, as he opened one of the Cauldron Cakes and shoved the whole thing into his mouth. "Yew wanchome?" he asked offering her one of them.

Hermione smiled. "Ronald Weasley, when it comes to food you are always prepared..." she graciously took one of the Cauldron cakes.

Ron smiled "The quickest way to a mans heart is through his stomach..." he said smiling. Hermione smirked.

"I thought the quickest way to a mans heart was through his chest..."

"...You're a little scary sometimes Hermione...You know that don't you?"

"Of course I do...Blimey, you've only been reminding me for the past 7 years!"

Ron smiled and opened the bag of Potato Crisps. He offered some to Hermione, before shoving a handful into his mouth. Hermione raised an eyebrow. "How can you eat like that?"

Ron swallowed 'I thought you would have figured this out by now..."he told her smiling "Ronald Weasley loves food!" he declared.

Hermione laughed. How true was that statement? Ron was the king of food. The sight of Ron eating his way through the junk food, reminded hermione of yet another memory... One from the summer before Seventh year, when she had invited Harry and Ron to stay with her at the Granger house. Ron had been fumbling with the TV and had found a cooking channel. Hermione had tried to make him change the channel but he had bluntly refused her request and gone on watching the "Ready, Set, Cook" marathon for four hours straight. Not to mention he and Harry had almost eaten them out of house and home, but Mrs. Granger was an excellent cook and had loved their company none the less.

"Hermione..." Ron waved a hand in front of her face. "Earth To Mione! hello?"

Hermione was pulled out of her thoughts. "What is it Ron?" she asked.

Ron just stared at her with a blank expression on her face "Well... Do you remember the time when Fred, George, and Harry had played that horrendous joke on us?"

Hermione's eyes lit up "YES! What if that's what happened to us?" She was so happy that she hugged Ron. "You're brilliant..."

"Wait..." Ron frowned "They promised us never to do it again though... I don't think they would have gone and done it a second time after promising..."

Hermione stopped hugging Ron and groaned "Will I ever get a break?' she asked the ceiling.

If only... Hermione's hopes had sunk... If only it had been like the party during fourth year when Ron and hermione had gotten completely wasted and had woken up in bed with eachother, only to find out that their Three Gryffindor friends had put them there. Ron had almost hexed Fred and George within an inch of their lives and Hermione had left a hand mark on Harry's left cheek. The boys had promised never to put them in that type of situation ever again, and a promise was a promise.

Hermione looked up at Ron, searching for any signs of an idea. "What do you think we ought to do about this?"

Ron looked Hermione over again "Well..first things first..."

"What's that?"

"Let's get you out of my sisters dress..."


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