2 months earlier

"JUST GO THEN!"

"FINE! I THINK I WILL!"

"GOOD! THEN LEAVE!"

"OH, TRUST ME, I'M GOING!"

The last thing Ron heard was an angry scream before the door slammed, and she left. Just like that. He muttered to himself. She'll be back. She would come back.

Then his knee's felt weak. Hermione wouldn't come crawling back to anyone. Not even him.

What had he done?

Staying here isn't too bad, Hermione thought. Ginny had been really welcoming. When she came to Ginny's flat on that night, soaking wet from the rain, crying, she silently fixed her a bed and called Harry. When he got there, Hermione heard them talking, and heard Harry call Ron.

Harry left shortly after, to see Ron she assumed. Ginny had made her something to eat later, but she didn't even touch it.

Those months had been Hell. For the first 3 days, she wouldn't eat anything. And after she finally began eating again, Ginny had to persuade her. She had been better lately, but tommorow would be hard. Tommorow, it will be two months, to the day, when she left and heard the locks click on his door.

She still waited for him. Everytime the phone rang, she jumped a little, hoping it was Him. Waiting for Him to say that he loved her. Missed her. Wanted her back with Him.

He never did.

And still, she waited.

That night she crawled into her bed. She told herself, tommorow will be different. I will hold myself together. Tell my boss I'm well again. Get my own flat.

But she couldn't sleep. Try as she might, she laid there. Tossing, turning.

Thinking of…. Him.

She remembered a muggle song. She almost smiled as she remembered that wonderful night filled with muggle music. It had been the best day of her life. The song she thought of filled her mind, and she began singing to herself.

Last night I heard my own heart beatin'

sounded like footsteps on the stairs

2 months gone, and

I'm still reachin' even though I know your not there

I was playing back a thousand memories baby

thinking bout everything we'd been through

honey I've been going back too much lately

when time stood still

and I had you

come back, come back, come back to me Ron

you would you would if this was a movie

Stand in the rain outside 'till I came out

come back, come back, come back to me Ron

you could, you could if you just said your sorry

I know that we

could work it out somehow

but if this was a movie

you'd be here by now.

Her beautiful, tired voice choked with a sob. She cried herself to sleep.

….

How could he have done this? They defeated Voldemort, got a flat together, and he even bought a stupid diamond ring and had been waiting for the right moment to ask her. She was perfect for him, he couldn't see himself with anyone else. He had been stupid enough to lose her. He knew what had done it. When she walked out, he locked the door behind her. That was when he heard a terrible sob, one that tore at his heart, and he knew she had heard it. That was why she didn't come back.

He had to fix it. And he knew how. Hermione loved muggle music now. It was how she told him that she loved him, and it was all she listened too. He had heard her listening to this song before, and she would recognize it. Hopefully, she wouldn't rip his head of. More literally than you might think.

He began tossing.

Hermione awoke at midnight, for she had heard something. She sat up and looked around the room. Her window, closed, was being hit with some thing. She walked over to it in her nightgown and opened it.

A rock narrowly missed her head, and she ducked.

She heard a voice below. "Oh, crap, sorry!" Said a familier voice. A voice she never thought she'd hear again drifted through the window, and music that she recognized. She looked from her window and couldn't believe what she saw. Ron could sing?

I woke up again this morning

and wouldn't you know it, pourin' rain

I went and burned a pot of coffe

and like us I poured it down the drain

Hermione laughed incrediously. Who knew?

Oh I didn't know I needed you so

and letting you go

was wrong

and baby I know you got your window open

so this is my

my bad

come back song

I know I said I wouldn't miss you

Now I'm saying I'm a fool

your on the feel-good side of leaving

and I'm the backside of a mule

As Ron really got into the song, he didn't notice a certain brunette leave the window.

Hey I didn't know I needed you so

and letting you-

He was cut off as he was tackled by our lovely Hermione, who immediately began snogging him.

After a good ten seconds, she resurfaced and smiled at him. He got up and pulled her up too with both hands, then dropped to one knee.

"I love you so much, Hermione. Your absolutely brilliant, and not just by our grades, out even the fact that your job pays much better than mine. Its how brilliantly beautiful you are, how brilliantly you shine, and how you know me so well its brilliant. Hermione… its not the most romantic proposal, and lets face it, I probably should have done it when you were very happy, so you can be crazy enough to say yes. But Hermione… will you marry me?"

She didn't even hesitate for a moment. She threw her arms around him and said "Yes! yes, yes yes! A million times yes!" She began crying (happy crying) and he held her.

He smiled at her. "Then lets go home."