All The Things She Said

(A/N) Another HP Fanfic. (G)/H/Hr. Enjoy Much?

This story is inspired by briana01's Boyfriend (Hermione+harry+ginny) Youtube Video.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything belonging to JK Rowling. Only this plot.

Chapter 1

"Ginny, listen…" he said very quietly, as the buzz of conversation grew louder around them and people began to get to their feet. "I can't be involved with you anymore. We've got to stop seeing each other. We can't be together."

She said, with an oddly twisted smile, "It's for some stupid, noble reason, isn't it?"

"It's been like…like something out of someone else's life, these last few weeks with you," said Harry. "But I can't…we cant…I've got things to do alone now."

She did not cry she simply looked at him.

"Voldemort uses people his enemies are close to. He's already used you as bait once, and that was just because you're my best friend's sister. Think of how much danger you'll be in if we keep this up. He'll know, he'll find out, he'll try and get to me through you."

"What if I don't care?" said Ginny fiercely.

"I care," said Harry. "How do you think I'd feel if this was your funeral…and it was my fault."

She looked away from him, over the lake.

"I never really gave up on you," she said. "Not really. I always hoped…Hermione told me to get on with life, maybe go out with some other people, relax a bit around you, because I never used to be able to talk if you were in the same room, remember? And she thought you might take a bit more notice if I was a bit more – myself."

"Smart girl, that Hermione." Said Harry, trying to smile.

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Ginny Weasley turned over in bed; pulling the doona cover tighter around her slender frame. A harsh wind whipped against the securely locked window; rain lashing down upon the pane. Winter was freezing these days – and seemed even colder due to the silent and conservative nature of Harry, Hermione and the rest of her family since the death of Dumbledore.

Still, at least Harry had agreed to wait until after his birthday to set out in an attempt to find the Horcruxes. Of course, Hermione and Ron would go with him. A powerful kind of ache echoed inside the youngest Weasley's chest at the thought of them leaving; and the uncertainty of whether they would ever return alive.

Secretly she really wished that she could go too; she wasn't afraid of death. However she knew Harry and her family would never allow it. Turning over onto her back Ginny ran a hand over her face; rubbing the sleep from her eyes. She couldn't sleep, she hadn't been able to for weeks. Maybe it had something to do with her and Harry's breakup, but then again…maybe not. She knew that she still loved him; and that he loved her too. Underneath it all, she was furious with him for treating her as though she couldn't handle the situation. It wasn't as though she hadn't faced Voldemort before.

Gritting her teeth, Ginny blinked back the hot tears that sprung into her eyes. If they still loved each other, why couldn't they be together? It was all about protection and her own safety. Maybe she didn't care about her safety! Maybe she only cared about being with the man she loved – through thick and thin; life and death. Or, or maybe he secretly liked someone else? Letting out a deep sigh, Ginny knew she was overreacting. She was just paranoid and scared of what was to come.

Deciding she could no longer sleep; Ginny slipped from the warm covers of her bed and padded softly along the corridor to the kitchen – in order to get a glass of water; maybe sit by the fire. But as she rounded the corner and took her first steps into the soft-carpeted living room, a full glass in her hands; she spotted Harry sitting in one of the squishy armchairs. She moved closer; in order to sit and talk with him – but stopped as she saw Hermione kneeling in front of him; her hand on his. Inhaling sharply and although already unseen, Ginny stepped back into the shadows; watching and listening hard; her heart pounding in her chest. A powerful hot burning sensation ripped through Ginny's entire body as she watched Hermione's brunette eyes soften and sparkle as she spoke comfortingly to Harry…

Harry had ignored the creak of his door as it'd opened; lying on his back staring up at the blank ceiling – trying to empty his mind. His scar had been throbbing painfully ever since he, Hermione and the Weasley's had moved into 12 Grimmauld Place; a week after Dumbledore's funeral. The Ministry had said it was the safest option. Still, Harry's mind had been racing with thoughts of how to attempt his journey to track down Voldemort when his best friend's soft voice had cut across the silence.

"Harry? Are you awake?"

Harry felt Hermione slide to sit down on his bed. Harry sat up, with a small yawn, scratching his head.

"Of course." He whispered to the darkness, "I can never sleep. Same problem with you?"

"Yeah. It gets sort of aggravating." Hermione sighed, "Do you want to sit out by the fire? I think it's still going."

"Ok, sure." Harry agreed taking Hermione's shivering hand as she led him to the fireplace. She never liked to walk through dark houses alone – Harry had remembered that from their third year; as he had held her hand as they walked through the Shrieking Shack.

Harry had slumped into the coziest armchair near the fire and Hermione had stood, her gaze piercing the hot flames – their minds filled with memories and emotions. That had led to them sitting and reminiscing about the past – the way they still were now; a few hours later.

Hermione's hand stroked the back of Harry's gently as The-Boy-Who-Refused-To-Be-Killed-By-Voldemort looked into the fire – his eyes pained.

"We're with you in whatever you choose Harry…Ron…me…I'm with you." Hermione mumbled, rising to her feet and turning away from him. Ginny watched from the darkness as he stood a few moments later, rubbing his scar.

"I know 'Mione. I do. Argh." Harry crinkled his brow. Hermione turned back to him; her eyes full of concern. She reached out a hand and touched his forehead.

"Are you ok? You're burning." She muttered, withdrawing her hand from his brow.

He didn't answer, only turned his face towards the yellow flames which sparked and hissed in the metal grate. Hermione averted her eyes and raised her eyebrow slightly.

"I guess…the key…is to try your hardest and rest up. After that; you just need to…"

"Kill Voldemort." Harry finished for her in a soft tone.

Hermione turned her eyes to on him and bit her lip, hard. Harry met her gaze. A second later she let out a small whimper and threw her arms around him in a very scattered hug. Harry's eyes widened but he put his arms around her none-the-less.

A few seconds later they heard the sound of something falling against the carpet in the far corner. Hermione and Harry drew apart; rather flushed and slid closer, in order to investigate. Expecting to find Kreacher causing more havoc, they were surprised to find a glass, half shattered tipped on its side; the contents of water, leaking all over the carpet. Harry picked it up and cast Hermione a mystified glance – who could only return his gaze with equal confusion…