Thanks For The Memories: a Dramione/Romione Fan Fic

Chapter 2: Return of the King

Ron

        After the war my family was just in a sobbing stage for several weeks. I was half sobbing, because I didn't exactly know how to feel after the war. Whether to feel relieved that it's over, depressed because of Fred, or thrilled that I finally have Hermione as more than a friend. I was extremely conflicted on my feelings. The week after the war I came down stairs and noticed mum was acting weird. Very tired and could barely stand while making breakfast. Dad ended up making it for us, and when we all sat down I noticed there were tear stains on her cheeks. Had she cried herself to sleep last night? I guess so after...Fred. I just took a gulp to try and not shed a tear and we just ate breakfast in silence. That was how our meals were for a while. Silent. Like we were waiting for Fred to come home after work at the joke shop. But he never did.
When I was by my self in my room, or working in the garden, I would just be so joyful and happy and ecstatic. Yea at first impression Hermione had gone off her rocker but over the years, she's grown into an awesome person. I'd never think awesome enough to date me, but I'm not complaining.
        After we've had our time to mourn, and had Fred's funeral, things went somewhat back to normal. Fred was gone now, George is leading the rest of his life with one ear, I've got a bloody girlfriend, and mum wasn't absolutely terrified of leaving the house anymore. Luckily with dad's new job, we've been getting a lot more money in. Made some home repairs, no more hand-me-downs, it was a good summer for the most part. School starts in two weeks so my mum's been going nuts like "Get packing get packing! School starts in two weeks! Plus we have to make a visit to Diagon Alley and get a boatload of books!" She was driving me insane, that woman. But of course I did as asked. It was that or get a howler at breakfast for the first two weeks of school. And I did not want to go through that again.
        A week before school we went shopping in Diagon Alley. Oddly enough (not really I guess) we ran into Harry and Hermione...that was kinda awkward. Now that Hermione and I are dating, Harry's kind of a third wheel now. He's still my best mate, but when your other best friend is your girlfriend, then things get weird. We just tried to act as casual as possible. Went shopping for supplies, had fun in the candy shops, and I bought an ice cream for Hermione. I assume that's what boyfriends do, because I didn't really count Lavender as a girlfriend. More like a clingy snogger. We hung out in George's joke shop for an hour or so, and just had fun. It's been a long time since that happened. To just have fun.
        I returned home after the shopping and started packing. I decided to try to organize for once, which worked out better than I thought it would be. At the bottom were my books, then some casual muggle clothes (for train rides and holidays), then my robes, toiletries, feet upon feet of parchment, ten bottles of ink, five quills, and a few muggle books I picked up for Hermione. I figured she'd like some, like Gone With the Wind, Romeo and Juliet, and a muggle fairy tale book.
        Two weeks had gone by so fast I didn't see September first coming. It was 8 a.m. And I woke up to my mum yelling at me and Ginny to get up and ready to go. Mum had fixed everyone bacon, eggs, and a small bowl of oatmeal for Ginny. Ginny ate kind of slowly, and I finished in two minutes. Every time I finish under ten minutes my mum just rants about me eating like a pig, and that if I ate to quickly I could've choked. Geez that woman and her ranting! But she's the mum, so we just do what she says and smile and nod, as dad had taught us to do. We finished and got changed into muggle clothes for the train station. I packed Pig in his tiny cage and gave him some cooked rat for the train. I came downstairs with everything packed to see Ginny had done the same. She had her luggage and her Pigmy Puff in a little round pink and purple cage. The girlyness was everywhere with those animals.
        We arrived at King's Cross and arrived at the platform. I saw Hermione there as well, saying goodbye to her parents. Her parents-I forgot what she had done to protect them-but I took the opportunity to talk to them. Especially the father. He seemed nice, and I thanked he liked me, but I think he was watching me closely as I went on platform nine and three quarters. Her mum was very kind, with a warm gentle smile, her light brown hair in a bun, while the father was more stern looking, but also kind. Brown hair with a tint of grey, kind of scrawny, but a good build. We ran through the wall and ended on platform nine and three quarters, which was absolutely packed with kids and their families. Twenty minutes until the train left, which is an arrival time record for my family. Our luggage was loaded in the caboose, we said our goodbyes, and the whistle blew. Finally a school year where there isn't a way we can die.

-I am SO sorry that this is late! I'm sorry that I didn't update every other day, but I've been so busy with school that I didn't have as much time to write. Plus, I wanted this chapter to be longer. I hope you've enjoyed the story so far!
~Carebear 💁🏼