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: Awwww, this chapter is sad, just warning y'all lol...Love you guys muah


Chapter 13- Ah, Hate is in the Air!

She almost couldn't take watching Ron stumble around his room, packing up anything and everything he could muster, but Hermione stood her ground. He was leaving in a week, and she wondered what he planned on wearing for the remainder of his summer vacation, but she didn't ask since he seemed too glued to the idea of packing up everything he owned.

She hadn't said much, just listened to what Ron had to say -which was a lot- responding with a nod or a soft mumbled something every once in a while. She wasn't exactly happy that it was reaching the end of summer...She wasn't happy that anything that was going to happen, was going to happen soon. She absolutley did NOT want the future to come, nor was she anticipating it as much as everyone else seemed to be. The love of her--well, Ron would soon be unreachable, and that saddened her. Even if it sounded a bit overdramatic for Hermione, she was seriously going to miss him with every passing second he'd be gone from her.

Ron, on the other hand was as happy as a homeless wizard with a ham sandwich. His cheeks had turned a bit red from running about his room trying to find things that he thought he would need, picking up bits and bobs of anything, including chocolate frog cards. Hermione rolled her eyes as he did this.

"Honestly Ron," She said, "Why in heavens name would you need to bring along those?" She asked, waving a hand to the large shoe box full of the cards.

Ron shrugged "Maybe the team collects them too."

"Ron, I think they have other things to worry about. Not silly Chocolate frog cards."

"Well, what's wrong with them? I mean, I've got every bloody one ever made," He snapped hotly. "i think that's something, don't you?" His temper had been easily activated all day, due to what Hermione thought to be nerves. She rolled her eyes. He was no threat, nor had he ever been.

"They're for kids." She snapped back, leaning to one side.

"Well, it's not like I'm bloody fourty-seven years old or anything!" He said, turning back to his things. Hermione raised an eyebrow, thinking of how random a number fourty-seven was, until she saw Ron sigh and begin throwing them in the trash.

That was NOT what she meant for him to do.

"Ron, stop it!" She said, reaching a hand into the waist basket and pulling out a random card. It was Albus Dumbedor.

The room became very silent, as she watched the card version of the headmaster blink a few times then dissapear. As such, she did the same thing minus the dissapearing, as Ron cleared his throat several times and pulled on his collar. The awkward stillness hung over them, draped like a thick wool blanket. Dumbledor had always been a touchy subject...ever since he had..."passed away".

Ron snatched it out of her hand "I'll keep that one!" he said, blinking twice and placing it in his pocket. "But like you said, they're for kiddies..." He muttered. Obviously the tension was high, and the card had not done anything to help that. She sighed.

"Ron, that's not what I was-"

"Then what were you implying! That I'm just some immature dim witted bloke who dosen't know his right foot from his left?"

She furrowed her brow at him "Ron, I would never-"

"-Because I'm not!" He snapped again, interrupting her for a second time.

She sighed and rolled her eyes. "Look, I know you're not. I would never say that,"

"Well, you would think it..." He muttered, staring at the ground. By now, Hermione had about had enough of this nonsense. She placed both hands on her hips and glared at him.

"What in blaises is your problem, Ronald Weasley?" She asked. "All I said was that I didn't think that a group of professional quidditch players would be interested, and you went mad."

"I most certainly did NOT go mad!" Ron said, going red in the ears "I just...I like my chocolate frogs, and..well maybe you're wrong for once in your life! Maybe the team LOVES chocolate frogs! It's not like you know anything about them anyhow!"

It was at this moment, that Hermione really began to wonder if he was on something. He was acting like she'd thrown something at him hard.

"Well, I'm SO sorry for assuming something!" She said "And I'm SORRY If I like to try hard, something that YOU wouldn't know anything about!" She shouted sarcastically. It was uncalled for, and she realized it the moment she'd said it.

Ron went very red with anger "You think I don't know trying! How do you think I got a place in my favorite Quidditch team!" He pressed his thumb into his chest.

"Sheer dumb luck, Ronald Weasley! That's how!"

"Oh, that's just like you, Hermione! I'm good at ONE thing, and you can't even be happy for me!"

"I AM happy for you! It's just-..." She paused, not wanting to go on. Ron raised both eyebrows and flung his hands out.

"WHAT? What is it? What's wrong with me being good at something?"

"It's not that! It's just...I mean..." she wasn't going to tell him. It was too late for that now.

"Hermione WHAT?"

"Well, I don't know just-..." Merlin, stop pressuring me! She thought.

"HERMIONE! Tell me what-"

"FORGET IT!" She shouted at the top of her lungs, causing Ron to fall backwards onto the bed,"I don't even want to be around you when you're like this!" She said, turning on her heel and walking through the open door, slamming it tightly shut. Behind it, she heard a muffled "FINE!" obviously coming from Ron.

"FINE!" She shouted back, waltzing right into Ginny's room and slamming her door as well. She locked the door to make sure no one would enter and flopped down on the bottom bunk, tears leaking from her eyes. Desperatley trying to make them go away, she used her sleeve as a tissue. Wasn't the one man worth your tears supposed to be the one who would never make you cry?

What had THAT been about? Ron certainly was growing a bit cheeky these days, wasn't he?

...Was this how it was going to be from now on?...

She didn't want to think about 'From Now On' anyhow...'From Now On' wasn't here just yet.


Alrighty, that's the chapter. The next one will be..well, you'll just have to read it hehe! review please! oh once again, sorry if it's a bit confusing after the whole Dumbledor thing :sighs: