Summary: The secrets out, almost, Harry likes Ginny, Ginny likes Harry, problem is they just don't know it. But slowly the secret spills out after Harry confides his secret to his best friend Hermione at her wedding, swearing her to secrecy. Ginny later confides to her brother Ron, and a fistful of lies, secrets, and fights are abound. Ron and Hermione bicker, and Harry and Ginny remain oblivious, until Ron let's the cat out of the bag, and Ron and Hermione set out to play match maker for their two friends. But will everything turn out all right in the end, after all it is Ron and Hermione who are playing matchmaker, and we all know how long it took for them to get together.

Disclaimer: Just about everything here belongs to J.K. Rowling, author of the Harry Potter series. The plot is loosely based on a string of episodes from the tv series Boy Meets World.

A/N: This story is told mainly from Ron's point of view, (and a bit from Hermione's) which is why the sentence structure as well as other things may be a little confusing and/or choppy. They are meant to be that way, in this story at least, for the most part, just so you know.

He Said, She Said

Chapter Two: Of Wedding Receptions and the First Revelation

After the wedding, we had the wedding reception, in case you had not figured out that little fact yet. Hermione decided it would be held at the Burrow, for that homely feeling, I tried to talk her out of it, but once she gets an idea in her head there's no stopping her. She seemed to think that with a bit of flowers and decorations that the Burrow would look absolutely beautiful when it was done. So with a little help from Ginny, and a lot from Mum, Hermione set out to work to setting up the Burrow for party central. And I must admit with all their work it really did look spectacular when it was done, not that it really mattered, because by the time the party was over the whole thing was in ruins.

I had thought Hermione would have been devastated that all her work went down the drain, but she had pictures and all that, so she wasn't completely heartbroken.

Of course I could go through all the little details of exactly how everything and everyone looked, right down to the arrangement of flowers to the height of the grass, but number one I can't remember all the nitty gritty details because I'm a guy. Which brings me to point number two, I am a guy meaning that those little details aren't important to me at this time and they do not matter to the story either so it really does not matter at this time. Of course let it be known so Hermione does not hit me, hear me out I tell you, I did think that the yard and the Burrow looked absolutely wonderful, and I really appreciated the work that the girls put into it, even though I did not think that it mattered at the time, seeing as the only important thing to me that day was the fact that I was marrying Hermione.

She smiled. Hermione actually gave me a smile and said that, that was just the sweetest thing, and she's proud of me.

Funny thing was, I wasn't trying to be sweet, I was just stating the truth, usually that gets me into trouble. Guess not today though.

Ok now that we got that bit of the facts out of the way...

Hermione is muttering something, thinks I can't hear a thing she's saying, well I can't but I know it's something bad about me. It's always something bad about me.

But I was a perfect gentlemen on our Wedding day, so she can't complain about that now can she.

What?

You were not, she screeches.

There was that one moment with Harry and the roll, but everything else was Fred and George, I swear. I defend, I'm always on the defensive with her. For once I want to be on the offensive, just to see what it's like.

She says, I completely ignored most of her family, and it didn't help that they were already extremely uncomfortable with all that magic.

I didn't know them, I try.

Introduce yourself then.

Why are we fighting about this now, it's over with? I question, to attempt to find a way out of this ugly trap.

Well, you lied.

Embellished the truth, not lie.

(NN: I got a special quill, that copies some stuff down while I'm trying to have a conversation, then I go back in and add a few extra details a little later. Just in case you were wondering this whole thing was working and what not.

No, not a quick quotes quill, it's bit more dignified.

Besides Harry would kill me if he found out I went anywhere near one of those things.)

She huffs, and mutters something with, get going on the writing and what not. She must really like this little project of mine, hey, I thought she would hate it, but guess not.

It's Harry and Ginny I really have to worry about, Harry hates these types of things, but it's not like I plan on publishing it, well maybe, it depends, I actually have no idea why I'm writing this, so don't bother to ask. I think I just needed something to do, and Hermione always bugging me to get some type of hobby or something, so here you go.

And I'm going to begin now before you all die of boredom.

::Drum Roll::

July first, 2005

5:30 pm

Our Wedding Reception

"Ladies and gentlemen, hello, how are you, well, I hope. But I'm sure not as well as Ron and Hermione over here, who finally got the hint, and decided to get hitched. Although I must say that I was just glad when the two finally admitted they had a bit more of platonic feelings for each other. It took them well over seven years, and there bickering, 'otherwise known as flirting,' was getting rather annoying."

(NN: This is Harry's speech as Best man, if you couldn't tell, he was trying his best to be humorous, but I'm not sure if it worked. I think the only reason people were laughing was because they felt they had to because he is Harry Potter after all.)

"They still fight like cats and dogs, though, and the part where the make up is always a bit interesting, it involves me leaving the room to go and throw up my dinner, and scratch my eyes out. I love them both, but honestly, leave that type of activity for the bedroom you guys."

(NN: Hermione and I would like it noted that we never do activities that are meant for the bedroom outside of the bedroom.

Well...

We don't do it in front of other people anyway.)

"Ok, ok," laughed Harry, seeing the murderous expression that graced my face. "Obviously I'm not suppose to mention anything that relates to what Ron and Hermione do in there spare time, or how they express there love for each other, or even the noises that can be heard coming from the bedroom when they let me stay that one time after I found my apartment had been invested with doxies."

(NN: No comment!)

"Harry!" Hermione and I screeched, our faces red with embarrassment.

"Sorry," he drawled. And he better have been.

"But I must say that Ron and Hermione really are the best of friends that I guy could have. And I just want them to know how much I appreciate them being there for me, even in all that drama that seems to go on in my life. I love you guys, and I wish you the best of happiness. To Ron and Hermione." He said, raising his glass, creating a chorus, of to Ron and Hermione throughout the room.

That was a sweet ending to a really bad speech, I thought.

"And Hermione if he gives you any trouble, I'm still available," Harry said.

Or not.

"Just kidding Ron, don't get your knickers in a twist," Harry laughed, seeing the glare on my face. Of course I knew he wasn't being serious, Harry had assured me on the night after Hermione and I got together that he had no more than a sisterly love for Hermione, and that he had no romantic feelings for her, and he never had. And in no way would this affect our friendship, unless I seriously hurt her. But Harry really is the easiest person to freak out, and I couldn't just let this perfect opportunity go, now could I?

"You better be," I had said in my best menacing voice.

(NN: I can be really evil if I want to be, teehee.)

Harry of course started stammering his apology, and how he didn't mean it, which was rather amusing that the boy can stand up to the scary Dark Lord Voldemort, but he can't take a bit of joke from a friend. Hermione says he's insecure, he just doesn't want to loose his friends, I just think that deep down he's a big fat chicken.

"Honestly Harry, he's kidding," Ginny said, rolling her eyes.

This of course got him even more embarrassed, and so he sat down, after throwing a roll at me, on my wedding day, my best mate threw a roll at me, and of course being the guy that I am, I threw the roll back at him, who threw it back at me, which on for the better part of a minute before Hermione got so mad that she threatened to divorce me if we didn't stop.

(NN: Hermione didn't know that once wizards and witches get married they can't get out. I really feel bad for Hermione.

Oh wait, she did know that, she was just angry, never mind.)

Then we ate. And man the food was good. Mum is really an excellent cook, although I have no idea how she managed to cook for so many people, I think she might have had a bit of help. She had insisted that she cook most of the food for the event, she was really excited about the wedding, I being the first of her children to get married and all.

(NN: Surprised?

Me too!)

Anyway it was really an excellent pasta dish, my mum's specialty, she really can do anything with pasta if you give her enough ingredients. It was mixed with some seafood, and topped with my mum's homemade sauce, it was bloody delicious.

(NN: Every time you see me write the b word anticipate Hermione beating me, she hates when I swear. )

and then don't get me started on the deserts. The cake was...

(NN: Hermione insists that it is absolutely ridiculous that I can remember what was served for dinner and desert this well, and that I need to get my head checked.

Do you want to know what I think?

That she's jealous because my mum is a better cook than her.

Ouch!

Never mind... I think I'll leave the rest of the food descriptions to your imaginations.)

"Time to cut the cake," announced my mum, she was in a right state all day, crying, laughing, right now she was bursting with happiness.

The whole process was rather idiotic, Hermione and I had to cut the cake with a knife at the same time and then feed each other. Right, I took a little piece, and put it in her mouth.

What?

Are married people not allowed to eat cake on there own now. Apparently this is a Muggle tradition, Hermione insisted we use it.

And then of course when it came to my turn to eat the cake, Hermione insisted on teasing me, knowing how much I was looking forward to finally digging into that cake. Kept bringing it forward, then pulling it back, then bringing it forward, and back, and so on for, well, a long time. But, boy was that cake good when I finally got a taste.

(NN: Alright, I'm shutting up now.

Apparently the cake isn't that important to the story. ::Rolls eyes::

One day, just to spite Hermione, I'm going to write a book about cakes, the good and the bad.

And a lot of Hermione's are on the bad list just so you know.)

Well, what happened next, let's see.

Everyone ate cake, and I had to talk with just about everyone that attended, wether or not I liked them or knew them.

(NN: Which according to Hermione I didn't do, or just not very well.

Well, it certainly felt like I talked to everyone there, that's for sure.)

And then I also got to have the first dance with Hermione as husband and wife.

And really I don't get the point of these dances anyway, we've danced before, what's so special about doing it for the first time as husband and wife.

Oh, it's symbolic.

People and their stupid symbolic thingies.

Well, the dance lasted a couple minutes then Harry decided to dance with Hermione, after seeking much needed permission from me, and I got stuck dancing with my mum, telling me how proud she was of me, and how happy she was, and all that other mushy stuff.

This is an important part?

And...

Well, I don't know what happens. Well I do, but not exactly, see I wasn't there, well I was, but I don't know what happened, since I was dancing with my mum who wouldn't shut up.

Hermione does though, she was there, having the conversation while it happened. She wants me to give her the quill.

I don't want to though...

She'll ruin the story, make it her own, say bad things about me.

Alright fine, you can tell the story. ::Hands quill to Hermione:: ::Looks for witness protection program as well::

Honestly Ron, you can be such a baby.

(NN: Didn't even write a sentence, and she's already making fun or me.)

July 1, 2005

7:30 pm

Dance floor with Harry

"Mind if I steal a dance?" Harry asked when the song had ended. He had directed the question at Ron, obviously afraid he would blow up with jealously.

"Sure Harry, as long as you keep in my line of vision at all times, and your hands are in the appropriate places, then you are than welcome to dance with my wife," Ron said in a serious tone, trying to scare Harry, he was joking of course, he knows Harry would never try to make a move on me, first of all, he values his friendship with Ron way to much, and well, he thinks more of me as a sister than anything else.

(NN: He better!)

Harry made a move to reassure Ron that he had nothing to worry about, flushing with embarrassment, as he always did, all those years at the Dursley's really did a number on his social skills.

"The wedding was just beautiful Mrs. Weasley," Harry said, after we had started to

dance.

"It was," I agree, I cringed, thinking how long it would take me to get use to being Mrs. Ronald Weasley. I had seriously considering just using my maiden name. "Of course now it means, I'll never be able to escape Ron and his foolishness. Not to mention his insane eating habits, and his moments of complete stupidity."

(NN: I can't believe you would say such things about me.)

"Too late," said Harry, laughing slightly.

"Yeah, to bad too," I say jokingly, before we fell into a bit of silence. Harry seemed rather preoccupied, well, more so than usual. It wasn't uncommon for Harry to fall into silence in the middle of a conversation. Even though it had been years since the final battle, the memories still seemed to catch up with him at the oddest of times. And even though he tried to hide it, we all known his past still haunted him.

This silence, really wasn't one of those times though, Harry was too happy, and no one had mentioned anything that could make him go into such a stupor, no, this was something else.

(NN: Wow, what a conclusion!)

A glance up, Harry's taller than me, not as tall as Ron though, imagine the amount of stiff necks I get when talking to these boys. Anyway Harry seems to be gazing thoughtfully at something, a slight smile grazing his face. I look over my shoulder to see what he happens to be looking at, to find it to be Ginny dancing with her latest boyfriend, Josh.

I knew of course that Harry had liked Ginny for quite awhile now, even though he hadn't told me. He really is quite easy to read, I'm sure I was able to figure out his feelings before he, himself had, Harry was always a bit dense like that. Of course even after Harry had figured it out, he would never have acted on those feelings, for fear of rejection, but also for fear that Ginny could be put in danger by those insane Death Eaters that are still after him.

(NN: Which it should be noted that every single time a Death Eater tries to capture Harry, they are always caught and thrown away for life. Harry is that good of an Auror.)

And then there was the fact that I think he was a bit guilty that he sort of ignored Ginny's feeling for him, in his first couple of years at Hogwarts. Not that she blamed him, boys are always insensitive gits at that age. And Ron was one well past that age.

(NN: Hey!)

Of course I noticed his quick glances, and all that, though I never said anything, knowing Harry he would deny it, and he would just walk off in a huff, as he always did, when trying to protect someone, or keep a secret. But since it was my wedding day, I knew for certain that Harry wouldn't cause a scene, he hates doing that at public events, hates taking the limelight, he does. So I took a chance, knowing now was the best time to do it, and boy did it take him by surprise.

(NN: You always surprise me with your logic Hermione!)

"You like her don't you?" I asked in a whisper, didn't want everyone to over hear us, that wouldn't be good.

"Who?" he asked, although I knew he knew perfectly well who I was referring to, he had that look of fear come across his face, knowing I discovered his not-so-well kept secret.

"You know who?" I hissed, what did he think, I was some sort of dummy or something.

"I really don't!"

"Oh don't take me for an idiot, I may have married one, but that doesn't mean I suddenly became one," I said, that boy really can get on my nerves at times.

(NN: Must you insult me so!)

"I never said you were," he replied, he was being careful as not allow his eyes to wander.

"Oh, don't try and skirt around it," I whisper in frustration, it's a common trait of his. "Now do you or do you not like Ginny."

"Of course I do, she's my friend," Harry replies, placing that extra emphasis on the word 'friend.'

"You know what I mean Harry Potter, don't you play dumb with me," I snapped back, Harry accidently stepped on my toes in sudden surprise.

"Does it even really matter?" he mutters, that's his way of admitting something, question its importance. He doesn't seem to get that he's allowed to have feelings and what not.

"Of course it does Harry, you deserve to have a proper girl," I say, rather excited, he finally admitted it, now came the hard part. Having to prove to him that he deserved to have a love life, and to be happy and all that junk. "And no not one of those girl's that are looking for their fifteen minutes of fame, but a real girl, who likes you for you, not your fame. And of course you already know that's Ginny, now all's you have to do is tell the poor girl, so you can finally get your happily ever after." It was corny I know, but it was the truth, Harry needed a happy ending after all the drama in his life.

"No," he exclaims loudly, causing everyone to glance our way, before he repeats it in a quieter voice, "no, you can't tell her, you can't tell anyone, not even Ron. No one can know. You have to promise not to tell." He says frantically, he looks nervous almost.

"But Harry..." I protest.

"Promise me Hermione, promise me," He pleads, and as much as it pains me I promise. "Good, because I didn't want to have to obliviate you, I can you know," He jokes, but I wonder if he would have done it, if I had said no.

(NN: Do you think he's dying?

Just kidding. Harry just acts so serious, it was a wonder he wasn't.

::Laughs nervously as angry glares::

Anyway, give me back my quill Hermione, you told your part, it's my turn now.

Thank you, now let's continue shall we.)

"I must say that this song is over and I would prefer to dance with my lovely wife once again," I said.

"Of course," he mutters, before walking quickly off the dance floor.

"What's the matter with him, is he still afraid I'm going to kill him or something?" I ask in a joking manner.

"No, he's not," Hermione replies, but doesn't elaborate on what it was about, until much later.

For the rest of the night, we dance and we chatted, Fred and George placed a few of their newer products out and about, most of which mum ended up getting, the twins were still being yelled at a month later. And they deserved it, trying to make my...

Our wedding into a joke. Harry avoided Ginny and Hermione like the plague, although I noticed he kept stealing glances at Hermione the entire night, that of which I later realized were not those 'I wish I were in Ron's shoes right now looks.'

(NN: He does tell me that a lot, he hates being the Boy Who Lived.)

But 'You better not tell anyone any secret information that struggled out of me against my own will,' type looks. Ginny remained blissfully unaware of anything, as she danced away with Josh,

(NN: Note that the name is being spat out in disgust.)

who continued to talk about himself the entire evening. He did not stop talking about himself, even to wish Hermione and I some congratulations. He did not even offer to get Ginny a drink, although he did say that he was going to get himself one. And at that time Ginny looked as though she was about to explode in anger. She did say while I was dancing with her that after tonight he was history. About time I say, have I mentioned how much I hated that kid, because I do.

And before I knew it Hermione threw the bouquet into the crowd of single women, Ginny did catch it of course, and I remembered thinking that if she even thinks of that arse Josh marrying her, she was dead, I didn't even care that she was my one and only sister. That's how much I hated that kid, if you were wondering.

I had asked Harry one time if he hated Josh, he never give me a straight answer, I think it was a yes though, I think he hated all of Ginny's boyfriends, he was just better at hiding it. Not like me with a certain Viktor Krum, which will be the last time I ever mention him, because Hermione hates the way that I act whenever he does come up.

(NN: He's a brainless git who preys on younger women. I don't like what that adds up to, do you?

Ouch!

I will never again mention that idiotic Bulgarian.)

So, where was I, the hating of idiotic boys that take advantage of my dear sweet sister. Harry would never take advantage of her, he would be too busy trying to make sure that everything was perfect, that, if anything, is what will drive her away, his obsession with perfection.

I'm not going to list the reasons why Harry is perfect for Ginny, I did that a while ago, different book, different time, if you catch my drift.

The wedding was finally over, not much happened at the wedding reception, not around me anyway, the punch bowl did explode unexpectedly all over my dear mum, twice if I may add. But unfortunately I did not get to have a front row seat for the event, or events I may say, and most of what I heard was hearsay, say my mother's face had gone through all the shades of the rainbow.

I'll let you ponder on that little trivial fact, and I'll end it here. Hang up my hat, put the cap on my pen, and call it a day, for that's the end of the Wedding Reception, which I've mentioned before, in case you haven't gotten the hint yet, you can stop reading since I'm about to stop writing as my hand is about to cramp up.

It really is too bad they don't make these specialized 'not quick quotes quill' also in sugar quills. That would be kind of hard to work with.

Never mind.

May you have a day filled with magical fun, or muggle fun, whichever you prefer.

A/N: Thank you for the reveiws, and suggestions for improvement I really did appreciate them. Hopefully this chapter isn't to confusing, I tried to make it clear enough when it switched POV's, are the NN to confusing, do the make sense enough to fit in the story? Please review with any comments you may have, good or bad, I would really appreciate it. Thanks for reading.