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 Three- Ironic Mail and Tempting Invites

"Aw Bloody rotten luck!"

A scream could be heard through the doors of an office. Inside this office sat Hermione, drenched in her morning pumpkin juice. From the looks of it, it seemed as though she had spilled it all over herself.

She thrust the empty goblet down upon her desk and stood up, walking over to a small sink in the corner of the room, but she wasn't about to use the sink. Instead, she pulled out her wand and simply spell-dried herself, and in seconds the mess was gone. But her temper was not gone.

"Luna!" she called her head nurse in. A moment later a blonde witch was seen peering through the crack in the door.

"Need something Miss Granger?" she asked, poking her head in. Hermione shook her head.

"Please Luna, how many times do I have to ask you to call me Hermione?" she asked her "We went to school together, it's quite all right..."

Luna looked at Hermione as if she'd slapped her "One more time, as always ma'am..." she said.

Hermione sighed, and got to the point "Ok, well here's Mr. Lockhart's prescription papers. His wing nurse desired a potion refill again. I swear he goes through it like a lad with a box of chocolate frogs..." she shook her head. "Good thing it's a 'take-when-needed' prescription, isn't it?" she asked. Luna nodded in agreement, taking the papers and giving Hermione a small smile.

"Well, the mail came for you as well Miss. Granger..." Luna said, pointing toward Hermione's window, where a tawny owl was pecking at the glass. Hermione smiled "Yes. My mail...Thank you so much Luna..."

Luna curtsied "I'll leave you alone to your mail now..." she said, flashing yet another smile before leaving.

Hermione sighed. Why did Luna feel the need to be so polite and such? They went to school together for six years, it wasn't like they hadn't spoken casually before. So why was it that whenever she addressed her, it was formally?It wasn't like Hermione was going to fire her if she didn't. Luna was too good to fire.

She shrugged it off and began to sift through her mail, labeling as she went.

"Junk...Junk...Letter from Mum...Junk...Survey...Ju-..."

She paused, curiously staring down at a ver professional looking cream-colored letter that was not addressed to her. It was small, sortof like a thank you card or something. It almost reminded her of a Hogwarts acceptance letter, but they were a bit larger than this one.

"Who in Blaises is Penny Wentworth?" she asked, and moved to throw it away along with the rest of her mail. But something stopped her from doing so.

That something was the return address...

Ronald Weasley

207 Sealstalk Suites

Wizarding Wiltshire, London

For a quick moment, everything around Hermione had froze and the walls around her seemed to blend together. She swallowed, trying to ignore the butterflies in her stomach. With shaky hands, she flipped the letter over and stared at his crest. His initials were on it. Not believing it, she flipped it over again, and saw the moving stamp in the right corner of the letter. It had his picture on it. His blue eyes stared back at her in a fake grin.

She didn't know what to do with this letter. It had obviously been sent to some girl by her ex best friend, Ronald Weasley. And yet, here she stood...holding it...nearly forgetting to breathe.

This was all too much for Hermione. She sat down at her desk and just gazed at the letter, flipping it over numerous times. She wanted to open it, but wasn't that breaking some sort of Ministry Rule or something? Still...it was from Ron Weasley...The Ron Weasley to whom she hadn't spoken to in forever...The Ron Weasley that she missed more than anything in the world.

She let curiosity (and more important, longing) get the better of her, as she slid her thumb under the flap, opening the letter. Pulling a bit of parchment and a small card out of the envelope, she read the parchment first with anticipation. It read;

Penny,

I was writing invitations and thought of you, Darling. This letter is a personal invitation to the house warming/ Birthday party for Ron A.K.A me! Obviously, I want you to come otherwise you wouldn't have gotten this letter.

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Can't argue with THAT logic, Ron..." she muttered, Sarcastically. She read the rest.

Enclosed is a card that must be presented at the door of my new apartment, or you can't get in. Also you must provide the following password:

Hydra Reptilian

I would be pleased, not to mention very happy if you were present at my party. Make sure to bring friends. Anyone you like as long as they're women.

Sincerely, Ronald Weasley

Ps: Please come, it wont be the same without you Penny! Love, Ronniekins

There was that stupid nickname again! Hermione folded the letter back up, rolling her eyes. Was he actually calling himself that! Disgusting...truly disgusting. She pulled out a smaller card from the envelope, reading it over as well.

Official Invite to the party

of the year!

Ron Weasley

She held the note close and closed her eyes. Was it possible that the letters had got intercepted? It wasn't likely, but it was still a possibility. She bit her lip. This was strange. Was it a sign?... She laughed. No it couldn't possibly be a sign. It could however, be a torturing reassurance that he was infact taken...

...And possibly Happy...

She placed both papers inside her desk, and walked over to her hanging mirror.

"You know," Her reflection said "This is basically fate telling you to go to that party."

"No it isn't!" Hermione snapped. "This is just a...well, it's like...umm..."

After thinking about it for a moment more, she sighed. "Fine...it could be a sign. But I'm not going to take the exit this time..."

"Why NOT!" Her reflection squealed "You know you want to, you want to see him after so long. The thought's tearing at your insides...I should know, I'm your reflection..." it said, smirking back at her.

Hermione sighed "Well, who asked you!" she snapped, storming out of the bathroom. She didn't need a dumb reflection telling her what to do. Even if it was right.

She sat at her desk again, pulling the letter back out. She stared at it a moment more, before placing her head in her hands. She really did want to see him, see how much he'd changed, see if he would actually recognize her. And, Wiltshire was always a nice place to visit. She sighed.

Now wasn't really the time to be thinking of the Aftermath of all of this...but she was caught up in it all. What if Ron didn't recognize her? What if he'd completly forgotten about her?No that wouldn't happen, would it? Ron wasn't that dense...

She sighed again, looking over the letter one more time.

Ok...so she would do it. She had the invitation. She had the password. She had the ambition. Now...what to wear?

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