The Aftermath of Memories 2- The Aftermath of Four Years Gone
Summary: It seemed like everywhere she turned, there he was...Now was not the time to be thinking about the outcome of things...The return address stopped her dead in her tracks...She'd come to tell him, that she'd never forgotten...but it looked as if he had...
Disclaimer: OMG! If I owned them, I wouldn't be writing this on the computer! Id be partying with Ron and the twins!
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Chapter Two- The Intercepted Invitation
Ron Weasley sat in his newly furnished apartment, writing out distinctive cream-colored invitations. His quill scraped over the parchment in a quick but neat manner. He beamed every time he finished an invitation to someone, slipping an admission ticket inside and sealing each envelope with a small crest that had his initials on it.
Tomorrow night was the night of his Housewarming/Birthday Party. There was vast stack of invitations, and he still had twenty-three to go. He sighed, setting down the quill and rubbing his writing hand. He decided to take a short break from writing all of them, to go eat something. He got up, heading toward the huge kitchen. Upon entering, he went straigh for the drawr marked, Candy. He opened his candy drawer and pulled out a few cauldron cakes amongst all the junk food stored inside. Taking them to his brand new living room, he turned on the telly.
He immediately saw himself on the screen, wisking away on a broom and winking at the camera. Groaning, he changed the channel, not wanting to have to look at himself any longer. It got quite annoying having to see yourself everywhere, even for a big-headed Quidditch player like Ron.
The next channel had girls dancing in tiny little bikinis on a beach somewhere. A grin spread across his face, as he sat back enjoying his cauldron cakes. But he wasn't able to do this for very long, because just then someone grabbed him by the shoulders and greeted him with a-
"HEY Ron! How's it going, mate!"
He must have jumped at least seventeen feet, letting out a huge yelp and nearly choking on one of his cauldron cakes. Turning around, he glared at the Intruder who had startled him so horribly. A raven-haired boy stared back at his best friend with a sly grin.
"Harry! Must you scare me like that while I'm eating!" he asked in an wearied sort of tone. Harry smirked and jumped up onto the other side of the couch.
"You know I always have to make a stunning entrance..." he said. Ron rolled his eyes and turned his attention back towards the Dancing girls. A wide surpised smile spread across his face, as he watched one girl remove her bathing suit top.
"Oy! Look at that, Harry! That Bird just removed her bloody top!" He laughed. Harry's eyes snapped toward the TV. The two looked for a minute more, and then back to eachother, bursting out into a fit of laughter. They hadn't grown up at all, and anyone who had known them could tell.
After they had stopped laughing, Harry punched Ron in the arm lightly. "So, are your invitations done yet? I brought you stamps." he said, handing him a stamp book filled with Chuddly Cannons stamps. Ron opened it, and immediately saw a moving picture of himself on one of the stamps. He smiled. "We can use all the ones of me to make it personal!" he exclaimed in the weirdest way possible, batting his eyelashes jokingly.
Jumping up, he strolled back into the kitchen where the unfinished invitations were waiting. He was right in the middle of writing one to Penny when he had left.
Ron smiled. Penny was his favorite girl. Out of all the others, she had to be the cutest. Not to mention, she was liable to do anything for him, and he liked that. She was definitly his favorite scarlett lady.
Well..there was one other girl. But He didn't know where she was right now, and he probably never would. Hermione Granger hadn't spoken to him in four years for Bloody sakes. He blamed himself. But since she wasn't around any longer, Penny was his favorite tease.
Hermione hadn't been a tease. She had been different. He'd loved her. But Love was over rated, wasn't it? It was just a word anyhow, he'd said it to tons of girls and had never meant it.
But he'd meant it when he had said it to Hermione Granger those four long years ago...
Sighing, he got back to writing the invitation to PennyFinishing with a Please come, it wont be the same without you Penny! Love, Ronniekins , he folded the letter up and stuck it in an envelope. Licking it closed, he placed a stamp in the right-hand corner, and his return address in the left. There were only a couple more. One to Fred and George, one to Viktor Krum and the team, and another to a bunch of younger amazingly good looking girls he had met at a game. They would come in handy at a party. He smirked.
Harry entered the kitchen shortly after Ron had, laughing at the mountain of invitations. "Are you sure you're inviting enough people?" he asked sarcastically.
Ron looked up from his writing, "What you think I need more?" he asked, smirking. "Hey mate, I have a lot of friends. It's not my fault, I don't want to forget any of them. Besides, more people mean more gifts." he smirked. Harry rolled his eyes.
"Ok, well why not just give me mine right now?" he asked. "That way I have it for sure..."
"Oh come on. You don't want it mailed to you with a personal stamp of me on it?" Ron asked, faking a hurt look.
"I see your freckled face enough!" Harry said, laughing. "On and off the feild! Give it now..."
Ron had to laugh too. Handing Harry his un-stamped invitation, he got up and headed to his owl room. It was on the other side of his apartment, and Harry had to help him hold all of the invitations. When they reached the owl room, Ron frowned upon entry. The place was a mess as always, feathers and whatnot everywhere.
"I'll have to get Mrs. Quarry to come up here and get this place sorted..." he said, setting the invitations on a table that had been occupied by a couple of snowy owls who quickly flittered off to make more room for the mountainous pile.
Mrs. Quarry was Ron's fourty-year-old maid, and she was certainly something else, with her excelent home cooking and her talk of Ron needing to settle down with someone. She stopped by the house once a day to clean up after him and was payed a hefty salary in return.
His eyes trailed over the owls that flew and perched about the room. "All right you! Assemble here in front of me!" he demanded.
Each owl fluttered toward the ground, landing in front of him. He grabbed a handful of invitations and went to work tying them. The last invitation he had in hand was Penny's, and the last owl available was Pigwidgeon. He sighed.
"Ruddy dumb luck." he muttered under his breath. "Ok Pig...listen to me. This invitation is VERY important, you have to get it to Penny, very soon. Is that clear? No gawking around, and no showing off for other birds! You are on a mission. Understand?"
The twittery little owl nipped affectionately at Ron's fingers before hooting. Ron smirked. "Stupid little feathery thing..." he said, ruffling the birds feathers.
With one last nip, Pig headed for the window and flew out of it. He sailed across the sky, going higher and higher, until Ron's window could be seen no more. The little bird spotted Penny's house and was about to fly toward it, when he ran head on into another owl, knocking both his parcel and the other owls parcel off their legs and towards the ground below.
Both birds dove for their letters, and caught them just before they hit the ground. Pig picked up the chalk white letter in his beak and flew once again towards the direction of Penny's house. The other owl -a large tawney one- had picked up a cream-colored letter, with a crest that had the initials, RW on them. The owls had flown off, before either of them realized that they had switched the letters.
Pig flew on, completely unaware that the letter he held in his beak wasn't addressed to Penny. Instead, it was addressed to someone by the name of Hermione J. Granger. He landed in Penny's backyard, and hopped through a window, in search of the blonde ditz that Ron liked so much. Why he liked her was a mystery to anyone. She was a gold digger and would do almost anything for money or expensive gifts. But that's how all of Rons women were weren't they? Well...all but one...
Little did anyone know that at that very moment, a bushy haired Hermione Granger was expecting her mail to be delivered by a large tawney owl.
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