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...
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Chapter Eleven- 'What In Blaises?' and other Great Phrases...
"Hermione! Ron! This is unbelievable...Wake up Now!"
Hermione heard a distant voice, getting closer and closer. It became inevitably clear when it had told her to get up. Rubbing her eyes, they fluttered open to see Harry standing over her with a shocked look on his face.
"What the Devil is going on?" he asked her, his voice low and scary like it sometimes got when he had talked to Snape or Voldemort. At first, being half awake, she had no idea what he was talking about.
Then she felt something along the side of her move, and realized that something was a person. A moment later she was staring in the eyes of Ron, and remembered crawling into bed with him. Her eyes widened, and he returned the gaze. This was not going to be easy to explain to Harry. Not after what had happened at the Three Broomsticks, what felt like months ago, even though it was only a few weeks.
"It's not what it looks like!" Ron shouted. Hermione admired that. Him speaking first, trying to explain what happened, when it wasn't even his fault that she'd decided to crawl into bed and sleep with him. This same thing had happened before, believe it or not, if only once and during the previous school year. But she had snuck out before anyone saw her, and that included Harry, who had been snoring peacefully in his four poster right next to them. Matters were much different in this case.
"Oh I'm sure it isn't what it looks like!" Harry replied sarcastically. "Does anyone want to explain to me exactly WHY you two are sleeping in the same bed?" his arms had folded themselves across his chest, and he was giving them the most horrible look, as if he HADN'T been expecting something like this--or what he thought 'this' was-- since first year.
Hermione sighed and pulled back the covers. "Harry, we didn't do anything, I swear." she said, trying to calm him down. But he wasn't going to calm down any time soon, and she knew it.
"Right, Hermione. You just decided you were going to have a pleasant sleep-over, am I right?" He asked, again laying on the sarcasm. "First, the two of you get drunk and sleep together, and now the both of you are sober and sleeping together!" he held out two fingers, as if there were more things they'd done to made him mad, which there really weren't.
"Bloody, Harry, we didn't have sex!" Ron shouted, coming out and saying the three letter word as if it was a regular word that was used daily in the his vocabulary. That word took all of Harry's words out of his mouth and murdered them on the dot. For a moment, the three were sitting in utterly irregular silence that made Hermione want to emit a high pitched scream, just to break it. Instead, Harry sighed, slaughtering the quiet as well.
"Fine." he muttered "You should be thankful that I found you before Molly or Arthur did. Or even worse," he swallowed "Ginny."
Both Ron and Hermione shuddered. The squeals of happiness would never end, had it been Ginevra that had found the two in the state they were in. But she wouldn't have been mad at least. She would be ecstatic which would've been ten times worse.
Harry sighed again and shook his head. "Blimey, I don't see why you two just don't date and get it over with." he said, leaving the two alone. Saying that, he had hit a very touchy subject, leaving the two in more silence that made Hermione crazy. She was never like this with Ron, so why was she being like this now! Why was she so afraid of Ron? It's not like he had changed over the years.
Well, ok. He had changed, she supposed. Looking him over, she realized just how much he'd changed. He'd gone from a skinny little red haired, freckled faced eleven-year-old boy, to a very handsome, ginger haired young man. It was rather frightening, seeing how built he had become, how different he actually was, now that she really looked at him.
But he was still her Ron.
"Hermione, why are you looking at me like that?" he asked her, again pulling her away from thoughts. She shook her head.
"No reason," she said, standing up to leave "Listen...thanks for not kicking me out last night. I really appreciate it." she smiled at him, turning for the door. But a hand on her shoulder stopped her.
Ron turned her to him and smiled. "Hey," he said.
"What is it?"
"Do you remember that time when Fred and George ruined my surprise for you?"
"How could I forget, Ron? You wouldn't talk to me for at least three days afterwards."
"Well," he said, turning to his drawer. "How would you like to see it now?"
Hermione gave him a confused look. Had he kept it this entire time? Ron was really something when he wasn't being a jerk.
What am I saying? she asked herself I think I'm in love with this guy, and I keep denying it. Merlin, Hermione, you need potion medication or something. she told herself. "Yes Ron. I would love to see it." she told him, smiling.
He smiled back and opened the top drawer. Sifting through a few pairs of his folded socks, he pulled out a small box. Holding it up, he blew dust off the top and grinned back at her.
"Sorry," he said, going red in the ears "It's been in there a while."
She smiled, looking down at the little dusty parcel. It was a green box with blue ribbon around it and a small card on top that said; To: Hermione Love: Ron (Don't kill me either)
He returned the smile again, and held out the box to her. "Open it." he said, staring at her with his crystal blue orbs. Bloody, those eyes would never stop sparkling.
Extending her arm, she took the box and dusted it off a bit more with her fingers. She pulled off the blue ribbon slowly, and opened the top of the box. Inside there was white cotton, but underneath that was something she could hardly believe was sitting in her hands.
It was a keychain, nothing more. But it was made entirely of Gryffindor-colored Clay, and had a moving picture of her and Ron at the Christmas Party, while he had been drunk off his arse. The picture was the kiss they had shared that night underneath the mistletoe, and when hermione saw that picture, she almost wanted to cry.
But obviously, that wasn't all he had done. Without warning, his hand pressed the sides of the keychain, and it began to play music. It was a best friends song that they both knew well.
When everything is wrong I'll come talk to you
You make things all right when I'm feeling blue
You are such a blessing and I wont be messing
with the one thing that brings light to all of my darkness
You're my best friend
and I love you, and I love you
Yes I do
There is no other one that can take your place
I feel happy inside when I see your face
I hope you believe me
Because I speak sincerely
and I mean it when I tell you I need you
You're my best friend
and I love you, and I love you
Yes I do
The music stopped. Hermione gazed over the keychain one more time, and held it close. "Ron, this is amazing. It's so perfect, I can't believe you made this." She told him, giving him a light kiss on the cheek.
He smiled proudly, but still went a bit pink in the ears "Y-yeah well, you know. I just..." he trailed of, rubbing the back of his neck in a nervous motion. She could tell he was embarrassed that she had actually given him a compliment. She had those days too, when she did something great and Ron had told her, like the time when she had socked Malfoy one, and he had been utterly amazed. She liked the feeling of amazing Ron, because he was not easy to please, and everyone who knew him, knew that as well.
It had grown silent again, but this time she didn't want to scream. The silence that followed the gift was much more pleasurable. But still, it wouldn't hurt if something was said.
"I-...I'd better go," she said, pointing to the door "Wouldn't want Ginny getting ideas, you know?"
Ron nodded "Right, I'll just...you know...stay here."
"Yeah," she said, biting her lip and standing for a second more "Well, listen, thanks...for this gift."
"Oh it was no problem," he told her grinning.
She nodded and turned to leave. Opening that door was one of the hardest things she'd done in a long time, that is until she tried walking away from him. That was even harder.
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