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!
Notes:
Chapter 4- Party like an Irish Pub on Pint night!
"Oy! Harry!" Ron shouted from the kitchen, his voice echoing through to the living room. "Did the twins say when they were going to arrive!"
"Right now," Fred's voice was heard, and a second later, both twins had entered the kitchen. Ron grinned.
"Great! Did you bring the stuff I asked you to get?"
"Of course we did," George said, pulling a colossal box into the kitchen. The two pried it open, revealing a barrel keg nearly the size of a small car.
"Filled." Fred said.
"To the brim!" George added, nodding. Ron smiled broadly.
"Excellent! Put it right here next to the bottles of Firewhisky and Elf-made Brandy! I'm going to check on Harry."
He left the kitchen, walking into the living room, where Harry was unloading enormous amounts of food onto a snack table. Every kindof junk food imaginable was present, including chocolate frogs, Ron's favorite candy. He walked over to the table, opening one up and sighing.
"You know," He said, raising an eyebrow "After all this time, I've still never gotten Agrippa or Ptolemy." He sighed. Harry laughed.
"-Which is pretty amazing, seeing as how you go through about a box a day of those ruddy things." He replied. Ron shrugged.
"So is that everything then? It's nearly time to open the doors." He smiled, stippling his fingers, as Harry sent him a sly glare. For an instant, the boys just grinned at eachother, anticipating the fun that had yet to come. Harry chuckled.
"It's time to party like and Irish pub on Pint Night!" he said, slapping hands with Ron.
About a half an hour later, the boys found themselves doing just that. Ron looked around at the havoc he had caused, and grinned from ear to ear. There were girls drinking longnecks, people making out, Quidditch players getting drunk and fighting over who was better than one another.
Instantaneously, he found himself being grabbed by a drunken Fred and George and pulled into the kitchen, where they had been previously dancing on the table, surrounded by people clapping along with their singing. He was pulled up onto the table, as the small crowd had broken out in cheers at the sight of him. Without even being asked, he began to sing along with his brothers, both of them drinking out of tall glasses of beer.
When I wake up
Yeah, I know I'm gonna be,
I'm gonna be the man who wakes up next to you
When I go out
Yeah, I know I'm gonna be,
I'm gonna be the man who goes along with you
And when I get drunk
Yes, I know I'm gonna be,
I'm gonna be the man who gets drunk next to you
And If I haver,
Whatever that means,
I'm gonna be the man who's havering with you
And I would walk five-hundred miles
And I would walk five-hundred more
to be the man who walked a thousand miles
to fall down at your door
Yes! This was the life! But where on earth was his Penny?
"Maybe she's gone off into one of the rooms," He said aloud to himself, though hopefully. He got off of the table, ignoring the whines of the crowd. The twins would have to dance drunk on their own for a while. Walking along his hallway, he opened one of the first doors to find a group of people drinking some kindof glowing green liquid. He sighed at finding no Penny and shut them alone again.
The next door had a pair of beautiful blonde witches making out, and Ron almost wanted to stay and watch, but he was on a mission and wouldn't rest until he'd concluded it. He wanted to find Penny, wanted to see her...perhaps see a little more of her. Maybe even see a whole lot of her. he smirked.
Opening the third and final door, he gaped at a couple of people, sitting in a circle and talking about what life meant to them. Not wanting to stick around for that, he shut the door and scratched his head. Where could that girl be?
Perhaps she's still at the doors? He asked himself, assuming that she had wanted to be fashionably late. He shrugged, thinking that it sounded like something she would do.
He would try it. Walking back outside into the vast loud party of people, he stood on his tiptoes, looking over the crowd. He saw the door to his apartment, still wide open, but not very many people had decided to show up late. None but a single girl, and she was most definitely not Penny.
He was about to turn back, but did a double take as the girl lifted off a pair of robes, revealing a very hot outfit. He smirked. Girls these days, always trying to impress people with their--
Wait a minute! He thought, looking a the girl harder, and not believing it I know that body! I know that body better than anyone!
He squinted harder over the crowd, watching the girl.
It can't be! He thought Is it really...is it? It just can't be!
His eyes traveled up to the girls face, and saw that her eyes were a deep chocolate brown, and that her hair was frizzy and curly, her hand on her hips and her toe tapping the ground beneath it. His heart nearly stopped beating, as he realized who it was that was arriving late.
It wasn't Penny. It Was a girl he thought he'd never see. Not in a million years.
It was Hermione Jane Granger.
Woo Hoo! I know, I know, a wee tad short, but it needed to be! lol review please!