"What I'm about to say doesn't make any sense, because you had been erased from my memory for so long, but, bloody hell, Hermione, I *missed* you," Ron said. "I think I knew all along that some part of me wasn't whole, though I know you might think that's crazy." This fic is a sequel to another writer's creation: "Making Memories" by ermynee322. Read that first, then this! AU

It dawned on him gradually—he was absolutely fascinated with this muggle girl. A complete stranger. He reminded himself a bloke's brain will do that on a long stakeout. Play tricks on him, it will. Make him think about things he shouldn't. All he knew was, he hoped to see her again. But then what? A very AU Romione tale. Lemons ahead!

"Did that really just happen?" "Yes, I believe so," I tell her. "Mmmmmm ... this changes everything, you know," she murmurs. "Is that a promise, love?" Ron and Hermione have a lot to sort out on the eve of Dumbledore's funeral.

In her dream, Hermione acted first, extending her wand and casting a strong Expulso — so powerful that Greyback was thrown off of Lavender, landing in a heap against the nearby wall, the force of the blow so strong that he appeared no longer to breathe. But that, of course, was the dream. What really happened was entirely different. And what really happened changed everything. AU

"Oi, what's so funny?" Ron asked, pulling away from Hermione's neck and leaning back on one elbow to study her face, a mildly shocked, open-mouthed grin lighting his own. A romantic drabble and nothing more. Enjoy! Complete.

Arthur saw the blazing look in his son's eyes and felt a wave of pride. Ron had become a man. He had much to learn and would doubtless make mistakes, but in its essentials, the die was cast. Ron wasn't going to do something behind his parents' back. No, Hermione was his, and a man takes care of what is his. That was that. A post-war Romione tale told in vignettes. COMPLETE!

She felt a familiar pang in her chest at the memory of the time when Ron dated Lavender, a sharp reminder of how much she had missed him then—and oddly, she missed him even now, though her rational mind knew that was ridiculous. He was just downstairs in the Great Hall, wasn't he. And besides, things were different now. Or were they? A canon-compliant Romione tale.

Thayer's words — "Came running to you, did she?" — struck a nerve because, well, she actually hadn't, but Ron wished like hell she had. And they revealed that Thayer knew what probably everybody knew. Ron was at Hermione's command. Even now, despite trying to forget, this amazing firework of a girl still ruled his heart. AU - COMPLETE!