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 to cry...

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: Ummm...hi...lol this chapter is being a real pain in the arse but I'm actually in a good mood yay! This chapter is a happy mooded one! woot.


Chapter 6- "Hell Hath No Fury..."

Summertime at the Burrow. There was simply nothing like it, or even remotely close to it. The sun shone brightly over Molly's garden every morning, where just inside the house, she herself would be preparing a huge heart breakfast. The whole lot of sleeping witches and wizards would be awoken by the sweet smell of bacon, eggs, hashbrowns, toast, and an assortment of other wonderful breakfast foods. The sun would reflect off of the Burrow Pond all day. Frogs could be found in almost every corner of anywhere. At night, every single star in the sky would shine brightly, and fireflies would settle on the banks of the pond, making a lovely humming noise, as if performing a serenade with the chirping crickets.

Hermione loved every minute of it. Every damned minute spent in that lovely house was worth a million dollars...

Well...maybe not every memory.

"Mum!" Ron yelled. "Tell Ginny to give me back my shoes!"

Hermione's eyes snapped open. Who was making so much noise? Didn't they know that 7 in the morning was supposed to be a time for peaceful slumber? She tossed on the top bunk of Ginny Weasley's bunk bed, burying her head beneath her pillow.

"Ginevra Weasley!" Molly Weasleys voice came bellowing up the hall "Give your brother his shoes back this instant, or I'll deprive you of yours as well!"

"But Mum, I didn't take them!" Ginny yelled, running into her room and slamming the door shut, a diabolical look about her face, as she stared down at her 'new' shoes. Hermione gave up sleeping and threw her pillow down aiming for the small fire-haired girl "Thanks for waking me up!" she told her, smirking. Boy was this a site.

Ginny wore a pair of red high-top sneakers on her feet. They were obviously Ron's, as they made the poor girl look like she had a pair of clown feet. Hermione couldn't help but laugh. "Ginny, what will Ron do without shoes?" she smiled. Ginny wasn't one to listen to her mother, and Hermione had admired that since forever. Hermione ALWAYS listened to her Mum.

"Ginny shrugged at her question "Crawl?" she suggested "That was our first way of transportation, wasn't it?" she smiled cunningly. "Like this..." she said, procceeding to crawl up to the top bunk, where a very sleepy-eyed Hermione had been recovering from her rude awakening. She grabbed Hermione's blanket and tugged, pulling it clear off her. "Hey!" Hermione shouted, trying to pull the blanket back on top of her, but failing to get it past her knees. Ginny was a strong little bird, no matter how small she looked.

At that very moment, There was a pound on the door. In stormed a very red faced Ronald Weasley. "Ginny!" he bellowed "Unhand my shoes at once!" he demanded. Ginny just stood there, smiling down at him.

"You want them, Ron?" she asked, smirking "Then come up here and get them..." she dared, obviously not thinking.

Ron shrugged "Ok fine!" he said, before making his way up the wooden ladder towards the kicking Ginny and friends...well one friend. Hermione yelped as Ginny accidentally jumped on her, moving as far away from Ron as possible. He proceeded to pull his high tops from Ginny's feet, slipping them off with ease and sliding off the bunk, sprinting for the open door. Hermione knew that Ginny simply wouldn't have this. She jumped down and ran after her big brother, making a sound somewhat of a Harpy's screech.

"RON! I stole those from you fair and square!" she screamed, proceeding to chase him. "Give them back this instant!"

She paused at her door, looking back at the shaken Hermione. "Sorry about that," she said, "Good Morning I guess. I'll leave you alone now." with that, she sprinted out of her room screaming "Hell Hath No Fury, Like the Rage of Ginevra Weasley!" at the top of her lungs.

Hermione sighed, pulling the covers back up over herself, and breathing in the sweet smell of Bacon, Eggs, Hashbrowns, Toast, and a variety of other breakfast foods waiting for her downstairs. She loved the Burrow, even when she was awoken like this. She loved the craziness of it all, the yelling, the chasing, the jumping and everything else. Hermione's parents were dentists and were quite fond of everything being quiet. Sometimes, she couldn't stand it. So it was no wonder the Burrow made her so happy. Especially when the entire Weasley family was there.

As if they had read her mind, Fred and George came bursting into the room, grabbing her blanket and yanking it off her. "Get up, you!" Fred yelled, smiling. "We need re-enforcement's!"

George nodded, picking her up off the bed with great ease and placing her on her feet "You're on our team, alright? Don't listen to whatever Ron tells you!"

At that prescise moment, Ron came in "Oh no you don't!" He said, grabbing Hermione's hand "She's on MY team!" he snapped. He grabbed her by the shoulders "Hermione, you're on my team."

"No way, Mate!" George said, laughing "She's already been enrolled into OUR team!"

"No! You already have GINNY!" Ron protested "It's unfair. If YOU take her too, I'll be left with nothing but Harry!"

"Gee thanks!" Harry said, upon entering "He's got a point you know. You should let her be on our team!"

"No way! We saw her first!"

"We befriended her first!"

"So what? That dosen't make-"

"BOYS!" Hermione shouted, over their arguing. "What in bloody blaises are you squawking about anyway! What teams?" she asked, deeply curious.

George smiled "We're playing a game!" he clamored, excitedly.

Hermione rolled her eyes "Yes, I figured that. What sort of game?"

"It's called 'Wands At The Ready'..." Harry blurted out "It's quite fun! The twins made it up...Ginny kills at it!" he smiled. "Which is WHY we need you on our team!"

"Too Bloody bad!" George stated "She's on our team!"

"Now wait," Hermione interrupted again "First of all, I haven't even decided whether or not I'm going to play yet so-"

"But you MUST, Hermione!" Ron said, pleading "Or else the teams wont be even!"

"They won't be even anyhow," Fred said "because she's already enrolled into OUR army!"

Hermione smiled. They were fighting over her. This was quite amusing. How many times would she get to see the Weasley brothers fight over something like her? Probably never again.

Hermione could only remember one time before, when the Weasleys had fought over her. It hadn't been as pleasant as this had been. The twins had wanted her to come visit with them at The Three Broomsticks, but Ron had insisted she stay at the castle. He had told her that he had a surprise for her. The twins had gotten frustrated with their little brother and had blurted out why he had wanted her to stay. "He's gone and MADE you something! That randy git! Why don't you just get it over with and confess you undying love for her!" they had shouted at him, causing him to grow red in the face. It had ended with a Bloody nose for Ron and A Black eye for each twin. Ginny, finally breaking it up, had received a bruise along her left arm, and Hermione had been deprived of whatever Ron was going to give her. She had never gotten to see it, and Ron swore up and down that since the moment had been ruined, the gift had been ruined as well.

This time of course, was a more pleasurable experience on her part. As the twins and Ron debated over whose team she would be on, she smiled. "Boys, I really do think that you're being unfair here. Shouldn't I be able to pick who's team I'm on?" she asked them. "I think so...and since I am a very good thinker, not to mention a very smashing good Team member, I pick Ron's team." she laughed "That way, it's fair."

Ron was grinning from ear to ear. "See? She fancies MY team!" he said.

The twins merely scowled. "We're sorry to hear that, Granger..." George said, trying his best to sound like authority. "Perhaps your actions will teach you a lesson about choosing carefully!" Fred nodded in agreement.

"All right then, It's settled!" Harry said, clasping his hands together. "Let's play!"

"Wait!" Hermione said "I don't know how to play." She protested.

Ron smiled down at her. "Just speculate for a moment, and you'll have it." he assured her. "It's really quite easy, If I do say so myself..."

"It is NOT!" Fred snapped " 'Wands At The Ready' is a VERY complex game!" he insisted.

"Well of course it is!" George nodded "Just look who created it!"

Ron rolled his eyes as the twins pointed to themselves and grinned, and took Hermione's hand, leading her out of the room and down the stairs, out into the back yard, and onto their shabby playing field. Everyone else followed close behind. "Now, watch closely..." he said, "Wands at the ready!" he shouted.

Everyone pulled out their wands, so Hermione immediately did the same, holding it a few inches in front of her.

"The topic IS!" He smiled "Colors! GO!" He shouted.

Ginny jumped foreword, flickering her wand and shouting "Aquamarine!" at the top of her lungs. A could of smoke billowed from the tip, glinting in the sunlight. It was Aquamarine, all right.

Ron smirked, flickering his wand and yelling "Blueberry!". The same type of smoke arose from his wand, gleaming with a lovely Blue color.

It was George's turn. He stepped foreword, flickering his wand and shouted " Canary Yellow!" he shouted. The same thing happened with his wand, except the smoke shown a beautiful Canary Yellow this time.

"Oh!" Hermione said, finally getting the game "You have to show COLORS in alphabetical order! And the first team who can't think of a color fast enough LOSES!" She smiled, clapping her hands in discovery. "Am I right?"

Ron smiled watching harry shout "Dark green!"

"Right!..." he said.

The game went on for about a half an hour more, first with colors, ("Emerald! Forest Green! Gold!") then with people ("Ginny! Harry! Hermione!" "No, we already did H!") then with sweets ("Bertie Bots! Cauldron cakes! Droobles Gum!")

Hermione had fun, and afterwards they went inside to eat their now-cold breakfast. She didn't care the least bit. She was having a smashing good time, and a little cold food wasn't going to spoil it for her. Upon eating her food, she had noticed Ron's eyes gazing at her from across the table. When she spotted him staring, he quickly looked away, only to look back again. She flashed him a smile, and he smiled back at her, taking a bite of his toast.

Hermione laughed at the twins' conversation at the other end of the table. They were explaining to Charlie how sick chews worked, trying to get him to eat one. Charlie was looking at Fred and George as if they were crazy.

"Oh, do stop pestering him, Boys!" Mrs. Weasley had finally shouted "Eat your food! It's already cold, eat it whilst it still has a bit of nice hot flavor to it!"

Hermione smiled at Molly, grinning widely. It seemed she was always cooking something, whether it be Breakfast, Lunch, Dinner, Snacks for the Weasley children, Desserts, or scrumptious Christmas packages, Molly was a very talented witch and an even MORE talented cook. Hermione loved her cooking and had grown up on it.

Once, in sixth year, Ron had tried to cook for her. The result had been very deeply burnt lasagna and toasted-black Garlic bread. Hermione had taken a bite out of it and had nearly choked on the charcoal mess. But the look on Ron's face had been so exited, she didn't have the heart to tell him how it had really tasted. Instead she had forced a smile and stated that it was 'delicious' taking another bite.

Ron was horrible at cooking, but they loved him anyway. So what if he didn't carry his mums marvelous cooking gene?

When she had finished her breakfast, Hermione had been practically yanked up the stairs by Ginny. The two needed time to be 'girlie' as the boys would call it. And that, Hermione thought is the perfect term for it too.

It really was. As The girls rummaged through eachothers summer clothes, trying on different tank tops and such, Hermione smiled. Ginny was wearing a tube top, bright blue, with a flowy white skirt. She was modeling it for Hermione, and Hermione was laughing.

"I don't know how well that goes with your hair Gin..." she informed her. She was right. The tank top clashed horribly with Ginny's flaming red hair and green orbs.

Ginny rolled her eyes. "Well well, Miss Granger," she smiled pulling off the tube top and thrusting it at Hermione. "YOU wear it then...come come now, I haven't got all day." she smirked, waving at hand towards her.

Hermione blushed "Ginny, this is really not me..." she protested. Ginny sighed.

"Oh Bloody!" she said, before grabbing the ends of Hermione's shirt and pulling it off her.

Hermione struggled to keep her shirt on, but Ginny pulled it off with ease "Now..." she said, smiling "Try this one on, or you don't get your shirt back." she stated.

Hermione's eyes grew wide "Give me back my shirt, Ginevra!" she demanded. Ginny just smiled and shook her head.

"Nope... not until you try the outfit on..."

Hermione rolled her eyes, pulling the tube top on. She rummaged through her bag finally pulling out a slightly longer flowy white skirt and pulling it on, over her shorts. "There...Happy?" she asked, going a bit pink.

At that moment, Ron came in "Ginny, did you-" he paused to look at Hermione's get-up. "-urmmm...wow Hermione, nice choice of outfit..." he said, meaning it "It suits you..."

If possible, Hermione's cheeks grew even deeper scarlet "Uhh...th-thanks Ron..." she trailed off. Oh Merlin, was Ginny going to get it for making her try this on. Not to mention Ron walking in at the perfect moment!

Ron swallowed, looking her over once more. He shook his head a bit, and looked over at his sister "Do you have my exploding snap cards?" he asked.

Ginny shrugged "Nope...maybe the twins do..."

Ron sighed "Fine, I'll ask them..." with that he left, but not before getting one last glance at Hermione.

When he had left, Hermione shot Ginny a look that could melt an iceberg. Ginny just stood there, smiling and narrowing her eyebrows at the bushy-haired girl. "What?" she asked deviously, pulling a pack of exploding snap cards from behind her back. "I didn't do anything." she said, looking toward the ceiling.

"My ars, you didn't!" Hermione screeched, before jumping Ginny knocking her to the floor, tickling her sides. This sent Ginny into a fit of giggles "NO!" she squealed, struggling under Hermione's weight.

"How dare you make me try on something, knowing quite well that Ron would walk in at any moment! You little Fiend!" she shouted.

Ginny wriggled her way out from underneath Hermione, and tackled her, pinning her to the ground. "Because I know, that you fancy him." she whispered, smirking so badly that it should have been illegal.

Hermione glared at the red head. "I most certainly do NOT!" she lied.

Ginny let her up "Yeah right." she said, before pulling on a pink tank and shorts on, and leaving Hermione to lie alone on the ground, blushing madly.

The thought of Ginny purposley setting her up only brought her back to graduation. She blushed hard, and decided not to worry about it. At the moment, she was having more fun then should be legal.


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