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 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: Hey guys! ok, ok,ok we STILL need a Harry, so email me whoever wants to play him!---

For Ron/hermionetrooper and others: Some of you've been wondering if I'm British or American. (ron/hermionetrooper! -cough cough, wink wink-) Well...The truth is, I'm American, but it flatters me that you would ask that! You guys are so cool! -giggles sheepishly- lol I love British slang though, and I use it often, just to make the story seem fun.

I use a lot of British slang, such as Bloody Hell, Blimey, Bloke , Bung (meaning to throw carelessly) , Boot (a name for an old randy person...like randy boot) , tough old Bird (A strong lady) , Right then, Mate, Mad Lush (crazy drunk person), to tickle ones fancy, Manky (dirty or old) Whonky (odd looking), What in Blaises? (as in 'what the fuck!') and a whole lot of others hehe...I have fun with it, cuz I have an English friend . Lub ya Rachel! Also, I just can't get enough of that awesome British slang! It's Bloody Smashing! it tickles my fancy! hehe

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Chapter Twelve- Was it Wasted?

Camping in Ron Weasley's yard was quite fun. Especially if the twins came along, but in this case, it was just the trio camping out in the deepest part of the Weasley yard. The sun was setting in the East, something it did in the Wizarding world, and Hermione found herself in the most comfortable surroundings that she'd been in since she got here. Camping out with her two best friends was the best thing in the free world, even if it meant the sound of garden gnomes and frogs. The three would get through it, and have had the best night of their lives. It was amazing how much the three had gone through and still stayed friends. It was amazing how many fights had been resolved, how many sacrifices had been made through the years. Mainly sacrifices from Ron, if one thought about it.

No one had known Ron's name, but everyone knew who Harry was, even if he didn't want to be known. Everyone--give or take some wizards-- had loved Harry Potter. Every new year at Hogwarts made him more of a hero than he wanted to be, and every year left Ron known as the best friend of Harry Potter, and not just the plain Ronald Weasley sitting before Hermione, zapping a blazing fire into the fire pit with his wand. It was almost unfair, but then again it had never been Harry's fault, nor would it ever be. Like he had said many times before--He'd never gone looking for trouble. Trouble usually found him first.

The sun had finally set, and the stars shined through the sky like frozen fireflies, twinkling with light. Of course, it was here that she felt the most comfortable. Right here with these two boys. Some would look upon it as odd, but she didn't care. She didn't care about the rumors that she had to put up with, nor did she care what people decided to call her because of it. None of those people would ever really get to experience what she was experiencing right now.

She stared at Ron and Harry, who had obviously started their own conversation about something. She listened to see what it was about.

Ron laughed "No, no...Chuddly Cannons are still my favorite. But Viktor Krum is most certainly not my favorite player any longer." he admitted.

Harry chuckled "You only say that because he asked Hermione to the Yule Ball." he said, punching his friend lightly in the shoulder. The comment caused both Ron and Hermione to blush a deep scarlet. Neither of them liked to talk about it, Hermione's reasons being simple nerve of being rejected, which happened more often then not, if not hardly, and she could handle it when it did happen. But being rejected by Ron was something she knew she wouldn't be able to take.

She watched Ron make a face "No," he said "He just sucks now"

The three laughed.

"Ok Harry," Hermione said, turning to the Raven haired boy and smiling "Which team do you like, then?" she asked him.

She watched his eyes turn towards the sky as he thought "Appleby Arrows." he told her calmly, smirking. Ron made yet another face and stuck out his tounge.

"You sicken me!" he shouted, laughing "The Appleby Arrows are bloody dunderheads!"

Harry shook his head "We're all entitled to our own opinion, aren't we?" he asked shrugging.

"You're not, if you think those bloody oafs are better then the Chuddly Cannons!" Ron said, staring deeply into the fire. This caused Hermione to chuckle.

"Ron, it's ok if Harry likes the Appleby Arrows." she calmly stated. She knew he only still liked the Cannons because they'd accepted him as their brand new Keeper at the end of August, but neither she nor Harry said a word about this. The two of them didn't like thinking about it. They knew it would only upset Ron to see their grief, and the last thing she wanted was to have him back out of such a golden opportunity.

Ron grinned and stared at her.

"Oh, just because you don't like the Chuddly Cannons either. You're right. It's perfectly fine to like THE BALYCASTLE BATS!" he said sarcastically, teasing her. She got a bit hot at this, but smirked anyway.

"What? They're a perfectly coordinated team!" she shouted back defensively, causing Ron to scoff.

"Oh, you'd love that wouldn't you?" he said, punching her lightly in the arm as harry had done to him not minutes ago. "The Bats being as coordinated as the Cannons?"

"No, I already love it, because they are!"

"They most certainly are Not! They're bats for heavens sake!"

"Yes, and Bats fly longer than Cannons!"

"Why, I ought to just-" Ron said, not having time to finish his sentence, as he jumped her. She let out a scream, as she was knocked to the ground, struggling to get away as he began to tickle her.

"Police! Ministry! Call the authority!" she shouted, laughing.

Harry finally tried breaking it up, only to be pulled into their now formed dog pile on Hermione.

"Owww!" she protested, "You big trolls are too heavy! You're crushing me!" she shouted over their laughing.

Finally, she shoved them both off, and the three just lied there amidst the tall grass and green Lacewing flies. The same awkward silence that had decided to haunt the three of them this summer came back, and of course Hermione wanted to make everything less awkward, so she spoke her mind.

"Do you guys think our childhood was wasted?" she asked, curiously staring up at the sky. The boys both propped themselves up on their elbows and looked down at her with concern and confusion.

"What do you mean?" Harry asked.

"I don't know," she said, shrugging "I just feel like it went by so fast, and if you think about it, we never really got to be normal, you know?"

Ron sighed. ""Yeah," he agreed, nodding his head. Harry nodded as well, a sad look about his face. She hadn't meant to bring up sorrow, but she really was feeling as though the three of them had spent much more time trying to defeat Voldemort then playing games and being best friends. It seemed unfair.

"It just seems unfair, doesn't it?" Ron asked the both of them, taking the words right out of Hermione's mouth. They both nodded, and there was another awkward moment where no one breathed a word. All that could be heard was the sounds of Nature around them.

"But hey," Ron said, averting his eyes from the glowing lights of the fireflies and turning back to the two, who stared right back. "We had fun, right? I mean, it wasn't all a ruddy waist was it?" he asked, cocking his head. Hermione could tell he was trying to lighten up the moment, but she couldn't help but agree.

"Right." she said, sighing and leaning back "Hogwarts was the best seven years of my life. I'm sure Harry agrees. I mean it got him away from those awful muggles." she said, sticking out her tounge. Harry only nodded, turning back to gaze at the sky.

"Yes, I suppose. But there was more to it then that." he said, taking in a deep breath. "Hogwarts was my home. It was the only place I felt," he paused to look back at them, a stern look in his eyes.

"Normal..." he finished. The two nodded, as if they knew exactly what he meant, and they did. None of them had been normal, what with Hermione being a muggle-born and the brightest witch of her age, and Ron having came from one of the poorest families in Ottery St. Catchpole and having six siblings, all with flaming red hair and freckles. Then there was the matter of Harry and the now dead Dark Lord. It was as if the three were meant for eachother. As if destiny itself had caused them to become best friends. None of them doubted this, now that it was all over and they were still together and in good condition.

"So, do you think it was wasted?" Hermione asked the two of them again.

The boys just smiled and leaned back onto the ground. She smiled and wrapped her arms around the two of them.

"No." Both boys replied in unison.


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