BACK TO YOUR HEART-MinMuni

Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to J.K Rowling. I am merely borrowing them. Back To Your Heart belongs to the Backstreet Boys.

Missing The Birthday Girl

"How could I have been so stupid?" Ron cried in frustration, flinging his tie across the room.

Ginny turned away from the mirror and faced her agitated brother. She reminded him gently, "Ron, wearing a tie isn't that hard. After all, if I remember correctly Dad taught all of you how to wear a tie."

Ron shook his head. "I'm not upset about the tie," he replied glumly.

"Oh." She narrowed her eyes at him, as she lifted the tie off the floor. "Then what are you upset about?" she asked.

He sighed. "I'm upset about Hermione," he admitted sadly.

~It's not that I can live without you,

It's just that I don't even want to try,~

"Oh," Ginny muttered, as she handed him his tie. He was looking so depressed that he failed to wear correctly. She made a small clicking sound of disapproval, swatted his arms away from his neck and proceeded in finishing his task.

While she was doing so, she asked gently, "You really miss her, don't you?"

Ron looked at her, and she was surprised to see those usually cheerful blue eyes so downcast. "Ginny, do you know that I haven't stopped thinking about her ever since she gave me that cold goodbye. I mean, I can't just admit that she's really gone from my life," he answered.

~Every night I dream about you,

Ever since the day we said goodbye,~

Ginny snorted, as she headed back to the mirror and continued to straighten out her hair.

"Well, it's not like you aren't responsible for making her leave you. I mean, if I had caught Harry doing what you did...Well, let's just say he wouldn't live to see another sunrise."

Ron's eyes flashed dangerously. "Ginny, how many times do I have to repeat myself that it wasn't my fault? Harry and I were merely celebrating the victory of the Chudley Cannons, after an eternity and while we were at the pub, I got drunk and accidentally, and I mean accidentally kissed a girl, who I mistook for Hermione. Why can't anyone see that it wasn't in my control?" he cried out angrily.

Ginny turned away from the mirror once she was certain she looked perfect and questioned, "You don't see Harry getting drunk and kissing another girl now, do you?"

Ron sighed unhappily, and mumbled, "No, you don't." He paused as he shuffled his feet, before concluding through clenched teeth, "But it still wasn't my fault

She eyed her favorite brother coolly before answering, "Then why didn't she forgive you?"

Ron moaned and sank into the living room sofa. "`Cause I was a fool," he mumbled sadly.

~If I wasn't such a fool,

Right now I'd be holding you,~

Ginny sighed to herself as she remembered the past events. For four months, Hermione had refused to have any contact with Ron. Whenever his name was mentioned, she would change the subject with a curt look on her face. But, now on her birthday, she'd finally agreed to let Ron come, but only after hours of persuasion from her and Harry. And now looking at her brother's glum expression, she whispered, "You really do miss her, Ron?"

He looked straight into her brown eyes and replied softly, "With all my heart." He flung his arms into the air and then quickly brought them back and down and punched the nearest cushion. "I mean, she was my girlfriend for such a long time and one of my closest friends. I just can't leave her. There isn't anything I wouldn't do to change history." He fell silent, before finishing quietly, "But I can't." He sank deeper into the cushions. "What have I done?" he moaned and buried his face into his hands.

~There's nothing that I wouldn't do,

Baby if I only knew,~

His sister sat down next to him and placed her hand on his knee. He showed no response and from his appearance, she realized he was clearly dreading the party.

"Ron," she began gently. He made a small scratching sound to show he was listening. "Did you ever try to make peace with her?"

He nodded his head without looking up and answered something, but his hands muffled it. Sighing exasperatedly, he removed them and said, "I tried really hard to go back to her and explain what had happened and tell her how much she meant to me, but I could never find the words or the courage for that matter to her how I felt. I mean, think of all the good times we've had together." He paused for a while and a slow grin spread across his face, as if remembering those particular good times, but he immediately shook himself out of his reverie, and finished, "But there's no way I'll have another place in her heart."

~The words to say,

The road to take,

To find a way back to your heart.

What can I do,

To get to you,

And find a way back to heart.~

The two siblings fell silent. Ron remained lost in his own misery, while Ginny drummed her fingers on her knee, and occasionally glanced at the clock. They were supposed to be at Hermione's at 7 p.m, but it was only 6:15. She busied herself thinking what everyone would be wearing at the party, and she was just starting to imagine what Harry would wear, when...

"Ginny."

"Huh," she said stupidly and realized her brother was staring at her. "What is it?" she asked, shaking all thoughts of Harry in red robes out of her head.

"I was wondering if," he paused, as if debating whether to go on or not. "I was wondering if I could show you something," he finished slowly.

"Sure," she replied, scooting closer to him. Very carefully, Ron reached into his pocket and pulled out a small red velvet box.

Ginny stifled a gasp and stammered, "Ron, is this," but she never got to finish her sentence, because at that moment her question was answered, when Ron opened the box, revealing a sapphire ring, surrounded by tiny diamonds.

"Ron," she gasped in awe, reaching for it delicately. He handed it to her as she gazed at it in utter disbelief. "Do you like it?" he asked uncertainly.

"Like it," she breathed. "Ron, it's absolutely beautiful. Who..." her voice trailed off as the truth suddenly dawned on her. "Oh Ron," she murmured, lightly placing her hand on his shoulder. "I'm so sorry," she whispered.

He let out a hollow laugh. "Finally figured it out, did you?"

"Ron," she started, but he cut her off. "Can you imagine I had planned this entire romantic dinner in the candlelight with soft music in the background. And can you actually believe I was going to propose to her on her twenty-first birthday, which surprisingly is today." He sighed heavily. "Guess that won't be happening anymore," he ended.

~I don't know how it got so crazy,

But I'll do anything to set things right,~

"Don't you want to say anything?" he asked his sister, who was staring at the ring with a fascinated expression on her freckled face.

"Where did you get this?" she inquired.

"Got it specially made from Ollivander's son. There's no other ring like it," he informed her, with a hint of pride in his voice.

"How did you manage to pay for this?" she asked, her eyebrows raised.

"With my first few paychecks," he remarked.

"What?" Ron stared at his sister. "Ginny, don't sound so surprised. I would do anything for Hermione, since she's just so," his voice faltered, as his mind searched for the right word. "She's just so perfect. Being with her was the best thing that had ever happened in my life."

~`Cause your love is so amazing,

Baby, you're the best thing in my life."

"Oh Merlin, why couldn't we still be together?"

"Ron," Ginny began placidly.

Ron snorted, despite the situation he was in, he still managed to comment, "Been practicing on my name, now have you?"

She smirked before replying, "You know there's still a way for you to win her back."

"If there was do you think I'd be in this mess, right now."

She shrugged her shoulders at him and handed him the box. "I have to go to the loo, Ron. Give me a sec, will you?"

He nodded his head, as she got up and headed for the bathroom. Once inside, she locked the door, crossed her fingers and prayed that the plan formulating in her mind would work. Without another hesitation, she Apparated away.

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