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: Don't really have much to say, so I'll just say I love you guys a bunch! Cuz it's da truth!


Chapter 8- Life is short, so Party we must

It was nearly four when Ron and Hermione came home with the gifts they'd bought for Ginny. Molly ran into the kitchen to greet them, an anxious look about her.

"How did you two do? Are you ok? Did you get her what you wanted to? Oh goodness, what's that?" she asked, before pulling the cloth off of the birdcage, and eyeing the red-gold owl. "You bought Ginevra an owl!" she asked Hermione. She bit her lip.

"Well...n-no, actually I didn't buy it Molly. Ron did..."

Molly looked at her son, then back at the bird, then back to her son. "Why look at him. He looks like you..." she said, smiling.

Ron must have turned six shades of red.

The guests had already began to arrive, as the two went up to their rooms to change out of their messy floo-powdered clothes. Hermione decided on a frilly black skirt and a blue tank top, and Ron just threw on something. He wasn't as caught up about it as Hermione was, although he always looked good in whatever he wore. Ron always looked good to her.

The two met in the hallway, looking eachother over. Ron smiled. "Nice choice there? Did you steal that from my sister?" he cracked. Laughing at his dry humor, he bent down to lace up his red high tops.

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Honestly, it's your sisters seventeenth Birthday. The least you could do was put something nice on." she lied.

"This is nice. High top sneakers are high quality shoes." He came back up, smirking at her.

"Yes Ron, for playing Quidditch in." she said, but sighed and gave up. She didn't want to get into anything in Gin's big day. The two walked down the stairs and were greeted by lots of hugging from friends that they hadn't seen in a while, and friends that they had been hoping not to see in a while. But then Hermione noticed that Ron was talking to an unfamiliar face. The boy he was talking to looked completely terrified.

She knew it had to be Llandon.

"Ron!" she said, walking over and giving the young boy a smile "Introduce me to your friend..." she said, narrowing her eyes at him. Ron gave her a look that could melt an iceberg.

"I was just chatting with Llandon here, Ginny's new boyfriend..." he said, glaring down at the terrified blonde kid. Hermione pushed Ron out of the way and held out her hand.

"Hello. I'm Ginny's best friend, It's really nice to meet you Llandon. She's told me so much about you." she said, flashing a grin, which seemed to calm Llandon down a bit. He returned her smile.

"Hi..." he mumbled, taking her hand and blushing. Ron still stared him down like a predator and its prey. Hermione scoffed. This wasn't the first time this had happened. Ron had always done this to Ginny, and for some reason still remained her favorite brother through all the years.

Ron smirked "So, tell me Llandon. Where is Ginny?"

Llandon swallowed. "Well...she told me she was going to go out to the pitch today, to practice her Quidditch actually. I'm not very good at the game, so I didn't accompany her. Besides, I wanted to surprise her here with all of you."

"Oh, is that so?" Ron asked, his tiger-like smirk playing at the curves of his mouth. Hermione couldn't take it anymore. Lifting her foot slightly, she slammed it down on Ron's toe, causing him to jump.

"Ow!" he yelped, grabbing his foot. "Blimey! What was that for!"

"Oh, I'm sorry, I can't understand you. I don't speak jerk!" she snapped, glaring at him. Ron simply glared back, and Llandon tried hiding a smile. Hermione winked at the blonde boy, turning her gaze back to Ron.

"Look... for one, could you cut Ginny a break. She learned from the best, why wont you trust her taste in men?" She asked, as she saw Ron consider this.

He turned to Llandon, whose smile was wiped off of his face and replaced by a white chalk gaze. Ron stared at him up and down, contemplating whether or not he was a good kid.

"What's your favorite Quidditch team?"

"Chuddly Cannons..." The boy calmly replied, sortof puffing his chest out as if it was a thing to be proud of. Ron nodded and moved onto his next question.

"What house are you in?"

"Ravenclaw..."

Again, Ron nodded. He had but one more question.

"Why do you like my sister?" he asked, eyeing the lad. he asked every single one of Ginny's boyfriends this question, and up until now, the answers had always been displeasing, causing Ron to want to throttle them completley. Llandon just smiled.

"Are you kidding? She's the greatest! She can play any game you throw at her, and a lot better than most at that. She's funny. She knows how to get into trouble and get away with it. She's not afraid to take big risks. She can outwit anyone...and more importantly, she really knows how to have fun..." he finished, swallowing and staring back at Ron.

Ron nodded for a third time. That was the first likeable answer he'd ever gotten. "Ok fine...fine, fine, Bloody fine! I'll let this happen. BUT," he stuck a finger toward the boy "If you hurt her...I hurt you...understood?"

Llandon didn't have time to nod, although Hermione knew he would've. Molly came running into the kitchen whispering for everyone to get down and to turn off all of the lights. Hermione yanked on Ron's hand and crawled behind the kitchen table.

She stared at Ron, and he stared back. For the moment, she felt remotely close to Ron.

"You know," she whispered quietly to him "I never did thank you for coming along with me to get Ginny her presents..."

Even in the dark, she could see Ron turn red. "Err...it was nothing really. I loved going along with you."

"Well, we picked out some great gifts. If it hadn't been for you-"

"Don't worry about it, I know already..." he smirked. Moving closer, he kissed her on the cheek "It's nothing, I loved shopping with you."

Hermione wasn't able to do anything else about the kiss, as she saw Ginny walk in. The red-hared girl let out a sigh of exhaustion.

"Mum?" she asked the darkness. Ron and Hermione had to stifle nervous chuckling, as she called out random Weasley names.

"Fred? Oy, George! Charlie! Ron?" she seemed a bit agitated. "Come on guys, turn on the lights."

"As you wish!" came Fred's voice from over by the lights. With a wave of his wand, every light came back on, and the entire party stood up, shouting a loud and extremely grand-

"SURPRISE!".

Ron was the first one to hug his sister. "Happy Seventeenth Gin!" he said, pulling back. Hermione was the second.

"Surprise!" she said again "Happy Birthday Ginny!"

Ginny was shocked, and everyone could see that. She just stood there, wide eyed and grinning. Finally, after an estimated number of hugs, she said something.

"You guys! This is great!" she said, her blush shining through her cheeks. "Who did this?"

Ron pointed toward Hermione "She planned it...".

Hermione scoffed. "Really Ron, you had most of the ideas and-"

"No, Gin don't listen to her...She should take all off the credit for this amazing party."

"Now honestly, I really think you-"

"Ok!" Ginny shouted above them. "I can see you both planned it out, so thanks to both of you!" she hugged both of them again, before setting eyes on her presents. "oooh. Presents!" she shouted, and began tearing into them. Molly looked concerned but Fred and George just shook their heads at the Weasley mother.

"Let her go Mum. It's her birthday." Fred said.

"And there's obviously no stopping her." George laughed.

The first gift Ginny opened was from The twins themselves. A large book containing every practical prank in the wizarding world, and along side of that the two had bought her a giant stack of altered candies to give to enemies. The second gift was from Molly and Arthur, a few brand new robes. New robes didn't come around often in the Weasley house. Ginny had gone through a ton of hand-me-downs, so when she opened the robes, she couldn't help but hug her Mum and Dad.

The third gift was Hermione's stationary. She glanced over the pretty orange and pink pages, and gave her a look of utmost thanks. Ginny loved writing letters, and hermione knew it. The fourth was from Llandon. His present contained a pair of white gold earrings. Ginny looked at him as though he was insane.

"Llandon, I can't except these..." she said, baffled as to why he would buy her such an expensive gift.

"Well, why not?" he asked, confused. Ginny just stared at him.

"Because, well...They must have cost you a fortune!" she exclaimed, giving the earrings a look of utter adoration.

Llandon laughed "But I bought them for you. I can't take them back, there's a no return policy. Besides, they're perfect."

Ginny smiled smuggishly, and set them down carefully.Hermione could tell she liked them, because she kept glancing back at them as she tore through the pile of gifts. And before anyone knew it, there was only one present left.

"Ginny," Ron said, smiling at her "Happy Birthday. I thought you might like this as a present, seeing as how you love writing letters and all." With that, he lifted the cloth off of the cage, revealing to her the twittery little red-orange bird.

Ginny squealed, hugging her brother first, before opening the cage. The owl wasn't much bigger than Pig, but he was just as twittery. She smiled widely, and looked from the owl to Ron a couple of times.

"Ron...I love him. He looks just like you..." she said, squealing and hugging him again. This caused everyone to chuckle and Ron to turn another deep shade of Red.

"Oh shut up all of you..." he said, trying to hide his smile. "If Hermione hadn't persuaded me to-"

But he stopped. Ginny had given him a quick kiss on the cheek and had announced to everyone that she was going upstairs to change for the party. Hermione smiled up at her, then back at Ron, who had made himself busy by pulling out loose threads from his T-shirt.

A half an hour later

The party was beginning to get good. People were dancing, eating cake, making small talk, and -in Fred and George's case- trying to sell things.

Ron stood in the corner talking to Hermione about his upcoming job as Keeper. He still couldn't believe it, and neither could she.

"I mean...Keeper..." he said, for the millionth time "Of my favorite team in the world. It really is a dream come true, isn't it?"

Hermione sighed and looked towards the ground. "Yeah..." she said, rubbing her arms up and down. Ron gave her a look of concern.

"Hermione, what is it?"

"Nothing...do you want to dance?" she asked him, pointing to the living room, where all the furniture had been removed. Ron smiled and nodded, taking her hand. She was glad he had accepted. She didn't know how much more of the Keeper talk she could take. The two danced to a slow song, watching the people around them for a while before turning back to eachother. Hermione smiled up at him.

"You did good..." she told him. He just shook his head.

"Please, I couldn't have done all of the shopping and picking things out without you..." he said humbly.

"Oh please yourself! You know Ginny loved your present most of all..."

"Well it-"

"-went with mine?" she finished his sentence for him, smirking. "So what?"

Ron sighed, giving up "Well, you did a superb job as well, Miss Granger." he told her, smirking.

She smirked back, finally returning her own quick kiss on his cheek. As the two danced to a song she knew well, Hermione began to feel herself getting lost in his icy blue eyes. She quietly began to sing along, resting her head on his shoulder.

I wont talk

I wont breathe

I wont move till you finally see

that you belong to me

You might think

I don't look

but deep inside

the corner of my mind

I'm attached to you

I'm weak, it's true

cause I'm afraid to know the answer

do you want me too

my heart keeps falling faster

She really didn't want him to leave at the end of the summer. Hermione realized how much she would miss him.

She held him closer.


Awwww! How adorable .! lol I know I know I think I got some of the lyrics wrong too...feel free to correct me in your reviews!