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: okay guys! I know you're anticipating whats going to happen next so I'm going to try and get the next two up as quickly as possible without making them suck! I'm really excited about this chapter you're about to read because I've given it a lot of thought. I could barely sleep last night because of it lol.

(Fun Wonder- who else here wonders what Ron's favorite food is?...Or does he love ALL food?lol sorry, had to ask...here's your chapter! XD)


Chapter 14- Don't tell me to Forget it!

A knock was heard at Ginnys locked door, waking up a very sleepy Hermione. She wiped her eyes off on her sleeve and stood up to open the door. But the voice that replied stopped her from turning the handle.

"Hey Hermione," came the muffled voice of Ronald "It's me. Would you mind opening up?"

She scoffed and crossed her arms "Why? So you can insult me some more!" She asked. At this point, she was past stubborn and had made it all the way to inflexible.

She heard him sigh and then heard big heavy footsteps walking back down the hallway. When she thought he was gone, she slowly quietly turned the lock so to open the door and go down to eat dinner, but a hand came out of nowhere and prodded her back into the room, locking the door when the two of them were inside.

It was Ron. "Following Footsteps Charm," he explained. His breathing was a bit heavy, and that worried her.

Still, Hermione glared at him with a burning flicker in her eyes. "Get out, Ron" She said in a deadly tone. But he didn't budge, just stood there shaking his head slightly.

"No," he said in a voice so soft, it almost made her forget that the two were angry at eachother for a split fraction of a second. "No, we need to talk. You have to hear this." He said again. He stood in front of the door, planting his feet as she stared at him, her arms folded at her chest. She sighed and looked away from him, towards the window, staring out into the garden below.

"There's nothing to talk about," She said.

"Well I think there is," He shot back, matter-of-factly.

"What Ron! What could we possibly need talk about!"

He huffed loudly and rolled his eyes, "Bloody Hell, Hermione! Don't pretend when I'm in the room! You know exactly what we need to talk about!"

She swallowed hard, still staring out the window. Had she been found out? Had Ron finally figured out how much he actually meant to her?

"R-Ron, I don't know what you're-"

"Come off it!" He shouted "I don't want to fight anymore! I HATE fighting with you all the time! Don't you get it?"

Hearing these words, her insides became solid again. So he hadn't found out just yet...

...Good...

She sighed "I don't like fighting either, Ron," she said "But you know you were the one that started the whole thing."

"Again," he said closing his eyes and pausing, holding both hands out infront of him "It isn't always going to be my fault..."

"Well this time it was!" She shouted unintentionally. "It was your fault, and I'm sorry if that pisses you off that YOU make mistakes more than I do!"

"Everyone makes mistakes!" He shouted back at her in an angry way.

"Yes, some more than others." She mumbled, more to herself than to him, but luckily for her, he caught every word. There was silence for a moment more, wrapping around the two like a poisonous snake. She just wanted it all to go away. All the pain of arguing with him to be erased.

"Well," he started again, pushing his red locks back with the force of one hand. "If you're so bloody perfect, the maybe you could tell me what exactly I did wrong!"

She sighed, shaking her head as if to say no.

"No, don't shake your head at me! What's wrong with me, Hermione, and I'll change it!"

"Ron would you just please-"

"No! Tell me what I need to change in order to make YOU -the Perfect Princess of the world- happy!"

"Ron, I really don't-"

"Tell me!" He shouted, both of them having already gone very pink "Just tell me! Tell me why I'm such a blooming idiot, and I'll change it!"

"Ron! look there's-"

"Stop making up excuses and just say it!"

"Ron-"

"No! say it! Maybe I'f I change, then you'll finally be happy with me! WHAT'S WRONG WITH ME!"

She nearly screamed, stomping her foot hard on the ground and whipping around to face him.

"Don't you GET IT!" She bellowed, clenching her fists "NOTHING, Ron! You're bloody PERFECT the way you are! Your perfect hair, your perfect eyes, your perfect body, and let's not forget that bloody perfect grin that you have that makes me go weak every time I see it!"

At this point, she began to count the ways he was perfect on her fingertips.

"Oh and there's also your perfect sense of humor, and the perfect way you walk! Your voice is perfect, your ruddy Quidditch clothes are perfect, and the way You're so talented at Quidditch is perfect , which is the one thing that you SHOULDN'T be perfect at, because now it's taking you away from me, and I can't have that! Every time I see you, I try to tell you what I've been trying FOREVER to tell you, but I freeze up and get angry with you instead, because I'm too afraid of getting hurt!"

She walked closer to him, still not finished.

"But now, you're almost gone, and If I don't tell you soon, you'll be gone for good.

"So here it is Ronald Weasley!...

...I Love you! I love everything about you! I need you! I want you to be with me and no one else! I believe that you are the true reason for my existence in this world, and I will never stop believing that!"

When she had finally caught her breath (which didn't take long), she grabbed his cheeks and kissed him deeply. "I love you..." she whispered, after breaking the kiss "That's it..."

When she had finally finished, he seconds began to creep by like a herd of turtles stampeding through peanut butter. She pulled away from him, growing very red indeed, as she watched him process this information. She wondered if he even felt the same way. She wondered if this was all too much for him. What if he had never felt this way at all? What if everything she had just said meant nothing to him?

The questions came to mind in a never-ending clutter, as she waited for him to say something...anything...to even breath just one word. But he was dead silent for what seemed like hours.

Finally, after what seemed like ages of waiting, he turned to her and swallowed, blinking hard.

"erm--" he stuttered "Y-you mean to tell me that...that this is how you've felt...since-"

"Fourth year..." She interrupted him, turning very very red. He didn't seem to be saying much, just goggling at the new information given to him. She sighed.

"You know what Ron, you can just-"

"Don't you say it!" He nearly yelled again, grabbing her by the shoulders "Don't you dare say forget about it. I will not forget about it! I-" He paused as if searching for the words as they came, his worried eyes shifting about "I've been waiting to hear those words nearly since we became friends! Hermione..." He kissed her lips tenderly "I love you too...don't you get it? I love you more than anything."

From the moment when he had embraced her in a hug to the second it had ended, she had finally processed it.

Ron loved her. It had never been rejection. It never would've been.

It struck her right then and there...Why had she ever been scared to tell him the way she felt? Why had it been so hard to say all those years? What was stopping her? Possibly the exact same thing stopping him?

Fear, she thought Fear of not returning the love I felt for this red-headed Git.

He smiled and leaned on her, his forehead against hers. She watched his blue eyes slip closed and couldn't help but do the same, their breath swirling together, as the magic of shock began to fade, leaving nothing but utter happiness.

"I love you, Ronald Weasley..." She whispered, swallowing.

She opened her eyes in time to see him smile softly.

"I love you too, Hermione..." He whispered back.

And the great thing was that he meant it.


YAY! I love it, don't you love it? lol whelp, there's just one more chapter after this one, BUT I have a suprise for you all after you read the very last chapter, so be prepared! Review please! thank you!