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. Also sense it is a retelling of events, it should be noted that from Ron's point of view he may down play or embellish certain things to had humor and effect. This should be noted seeing as some things may seem to be totally out of character. Ron can't remember everything so he improvises in his own warped way. I just wanted to clear this up to avoid any confusion, this sometimes happens when a character tells a story. I do realize that some things seem rather unrealistic, and out of character, but that is the fun of telling a story after all. And also thanks for reviewing, I really do appreciate it.

He Said, She Said

Chapter Three: Of Break-ups and Make-ups

Hermione, much to my utter dismay, decided that we would not be going on a honeymoon after the wedding, which in my opinion, as well as most guys, is the best part of the wedding. And before Hermione hits me, I said wedding, not getting or being married. The whole wedding process is too stressful in my opinion.

Hermione didn't feel the need to spend money on a trip in which most of the time was more than likely going to be spent in the bedroom anyway. She felt the need to go back to work, not wanting to take anymore time off, so after the wedding we just went back to our normal routine, and I had nothing to do because Hogwarts was out of session for the summer.

Harry, who was a workaholic, was basically at work every chance he got till they kicked him out. Which rarely happened since he was basically the head of the department. And it wasn't like he had much to do, he already did it all from being at work so much. Crime rates really have gone down since Harry came into the job. So basically he ran around the floor doing everyone else's work, which meant Harry was everyone's favorite boss, if they needed the day off, Harry would not hesitate to give it to him.

So I could have gone to bug him, but then I would have to keep up with him, and it was more than likely I would get annoyed with him, before he with me.

Ginny still hadn't broken up with Josh yet, and it had been a month since she said she would. She had tried to of course, but the little git would never let her get a word in edge wise. She would start talking and he would continuously interrupt her. I was so surprised Ginny hadn't resorted to physical violence as of yet. I had suggested that she just do it by owl, but she insisted she was to old, and they had been together to long for such an informal break-up. Of course they were only together that long because he wouldn't let her break up with him, and I told her as much, but she wouldn't stoop so low, so that idea was dropped. Ginny had tried a silencing charm, but for some reason the spell would reflect off Josh and onto the castor. And it wasn't just Ginny's spell, because I had tried it as well, and it did the same thing. The whole thing was rather frustrating, it was like the guy was meant to only talk and hear about himself. If Gildory Lockhart hadn't been in St. Mungo's for the past ten year I would have thought it was him in disguise.

So imagine my surprise when Ginny stopped by my lovely home one sunny August afternoon, all in a tiff. Apparently Josh had broken up with her. After a month of not being able to break it off, Josh just opens his big fat mouth and announces that he thinks that they should break up, and that Ginny doesn't give him what he needs, and then he walks off. She doesn't give him what he needs, that was a laugh alright. Worst part was Ginny didn't even get a chance to retort.

And boy was the girl mad, she was suppose to break up with him, not the other way around. I offered to beat the kid up for her, but she insisted that he would only think that she was upset if her brother tried to go to her rescue, and she would never give him that satisfaction, no matter how much he deserved it.

She had other plans anyway, ones I was not going to hear about until they were put into action. I tried begging and pleading but she wouldn't budge.

(NN: That means you have to wait too! And no pouting, that won't work either.)

So I went into the kitchen to make lunch.

(NN: The contents of which will not be mentioned because, as Hermione says, it is not important to the story.

I think it is, but apparently Hermione knows best.)

And when I came back into the dining area imagine my discomfort to see my baby sister in tears. I wasn't gone that long, so she couldn't think I abounded her. She was laughing just a couple of minutes ago. She wanted to break up with Josh, she was just mad that she didn't get to do it first, but I don't think that would reduce her to tears. And then it hit me, what if she was pregnant? Fleur, Bill's wife, acted just like that when she was pregnant with my niece, happy one moment sad the next.

"What's wrong?" I ask, setting the plate down.

"It's silly," she replies.

"I'm sure it's not!" However I must say that I entirely agreed with her statement, however it was probably best not to say that just yet. "What is it?"

"It's just, I'm afraid I'm never going to meet the one. What if my entire life I just keep going through worthless guy after worthless guy. What if I never get to have that perfect guy who makes my knees tremble or my heart pound or make me smile even by saying a stupid joke..."

(NN: She goes on for about ten more minutes about all the things she wanted to happen when she fell truly in love and all that mushy love junk that girls go on and on about for hours, and you just kind of nod along as though you look like you were listening when in reality your not.)

"Ron?" She asks, she sounds slightly annoyed, and I thought for just a second that the feisty Ginny was going to reappear.

"What?"

"Do you think something's wrong with me?"

Guess not!

"Of course not," I reply, what else was I going to say. Well apparently a lot because Ginny was now looking at me with an expectant look on her face. "Any guy would lucky to have you, Josh was stupid to drop you like that."

"You don't believe that."

"I do!"

"You paused."

She has a point, but that doesn't mean I don't believe that. "I thought you would already know that Ginny."

Good one.

"Doesn't mean you can't say that," she retorts.

Since when was Ginny the type of girl who relied on others peoples opinions of her. Oh that's right she's pregnant.

(NN: It was at this point that I decided Hermione and I were adopting children. However Hermione disagrees with my decision, and fights come up on it every once in a while when we run out of things to discuss. Shows you how pathetic we are.)

This conversation was going nowhere except in circles. So being the idiot that I am, I decided I should just come out with it, and quit beating around the bush.

(NN: Hermione is rolling her eyes. I don't blame her.)

"Are you pregnant?"

Her head snaps up so fast, it was a wonder she didn't get whip lash. At first she looks surprised, but that look completely vanished into one of a deadly glare. And if looks could kill, I would have been dead. I quickly pull out my wand, in case she tries do retaliate, I was beginning to fear for my own safety.

"What did you just say?" her voice was deadly.

"Nothing," I say in a quick attempt to save my life. Maybe she hadn't heard me clearly.

"You asked if I was pregnant." Apparently she did, just my luck.

(NN: Hermione says served me right.)

"Uh... no." Play dumb good idea.

"Don't try and cover it up now?" she snaps, her face red with either embarrassment or anger, I'm guessing the latter. This isn't good. "What is it? Do I look fat? Or is it just because I had a bit of a breakdown? That's it isn't, what Ron? Am I supposed to be a cold-hearted bitch, that takes everything in stride. Am I not allowed to have a cry every once in a while, without someone thinking I'm pregnant?"

Looks like she's back.

"Gee, I thought I could come to you, and you would understand. You would comfort me. But instead you go and be the stupid git you are, and assume I'm pregnant, because I'm a bit worried that I'm going to be spending the rest of my life alone. Believe or not Ron I do have feelings."

"I never said you didn't." How could I have been so stupid.

"Well to late for that Ron, it's a wonder how Hermione can even stand you," she screeched, she was stomping towards the door now, I was at her heels.

"Let's talk this out..." I started, you should never let Ginny leave a room mad.

"I tried to talk it out Ron, you accused me of being pregnant," she retorted before slamming the door behind her, I went to follow her, my hand on the door handle, when it snapped open again. "And don't even think about following me." She slammed the door again.

And as I slid down the side of the door, thinking about what had just happened, the only thought that kept popping into my head was how much I hated Josh.

Ginny had ended up telling Hermione about our little conversation and a lot of yelling of calling me an insensitive git, I was sentenced to spend the night on the couch.

(NN: Which Hermione says I deserved and shouldn't be complaining about it.)

After it was obvious Hermione was going to ignore me the next morning, I decided that I would go and see the one person who wouldn't hate me, Harry. Maybe dislike, but hate, never. Of course the little workaholic, he's worse than Hermione, I swear, was a bit too busy and didn't have that much of importance to say, not that he ever does.

"Hi Harry," I greeted.

"Mary I need you to file these," said Harry to his secretary. "Oh, hi Ron."

"Do you have time for a quick chat or bite to eat maybe?"

"Clark those reports best be on my desk this afternoon," Harry ordered to one of the Aurors apparently named Clark. "Did you say something Ron?"

Just great to know where I stand in his mess of a life. "Do you have a quick moment?"

"Certainly, I got to pick up a case from the Charms department, we can chat on the way there." He started to walk towards the door. You would think that someone else would do this job, but Harry was never one to sit back while other people saved the world, or did the work per say.

"Well, see I had a bit of a fight with Ginny."

"Oh," he says, whether it means he's interested, I can't tell.

"And well she's mad and Hermione's mad, and I'm not quite sure what to do to make it right," I explained, I have no idea why I'm telling Harry this who has his fair share of girl problems, but I was desperate.

"What did you do to make her mad?" Harry asked, he was looking at the airplanes that were buzzing about.

"Well I asked If she was pregnant, she was all upset after she and Josh broke up."

"Is she?"

"No!" I reply. "Which is why I'm in the dog house here, what should I do?"

"Talk to her," Harry suggests.

"She won't." And it's true she's more stubborn that I am.

"Beg!"

Figures, you want anything, you have to beg, girls love it when you sacrifice your dignity. "Darn."

"You could always just stop talking to her," Harry said, to name an alternative.

"Hermione would be a tad pissed then," I say, and she would be.

"True," he agrees, the door opens to the floor containing the charms department, he wishes me a quick goodbye before disappearing around the corner, and I'm left to prepare to beg for my forgiveness, this won't be fun.

(NN: And it wasn't)

I simply flooed to her house, I knew if I were to try to enter through front door she would not allow me too, even if it was a life or death situation. So I decided a mild form of breaking and entering would be much more convenient, it might include some yelling of course but I learned to tune that out a long time ago.

(NN: Except for when Hermione yells at me of course. Which is never, promise.)

She of course just happened to be dusting her fireplace when I flooed into her living room plowing right into, knocking to her ground, and causing her to get a very large bruise on her backside, This occurrence did nothing to improve her mood. I asked why she didn't move when she saw the flames turn green, and she of course said she hadn't noticed, and this is the reason you fire call before flooing, it could seriously hurt someone, maybe even kill someone if your not careful.

(NN: Hermione says this actually happened to elderly man in 1872, her forgot about magic, and when his daughter flooed into his living room right before his very eyes, he died of fright.

What a chicken!

And Hermione I'll have you know spiders are very scary, especially those large ones that I faced in my second year and almost ate me alive, you weren't there so you wouldn't know.

Ha!)

So where were we before I was so rudely interrupted by Hermione and her annoying facts.

(NN: Ouch!)

Ginny, to put it mildly, was mad, and since she was already mad at me, it was now a lot worse, kind of like I'm evil Voldemort type mad, only I doubt she would kill me, actually I think she might have. I really don't know, my mind was a bit foggy, because I was in fear of my life at the time, so I guess that answers the confusion right there.

"What the bloody hell were you thinking?" Ginny screamed, pushing me off her and getting to her feet. She really is amazingly strong.

"I was bloody thinking I wanted to talk to you," I retorted just as loudly. One thing about us red heads is we never hold back in making ourselves heard, even if it gets us into deeper trouble.

"Well I don't want to talk to you," Ginny shot back throwing the duster at me, causing me to sneeze. I was lucky she didn't have anything a bit heavier at the time.

"Well to bad, because I do, and were going to get to the bottom of why your so upset."

"I told you, you decided I was pregnant, it's your own fault."

(NN: This could have gone in circles all day if I hadn't decided to take a softer approach.

Ginny said it did take most of the day, Hermione reminds me.

Okay it did folks, but I doubt you want to hear the same argument over and over, so were going to cut right to the heart of things.)

Several hours and many bruises later things began to settle down, and Ginny decided that she was ready to talk.

(NN: Hermione notes that sentence was useless, but it is not for those who do not read these stupid notes so shush I reply.)

"Fine!" Ginny exclaims.

"You'll talk?" I ask hopefully, I really have no idea why I'm so interested that she is upset, but I guess it's because I love my dear sister a little to much.

(NN: And I hate the couch, but don't tell Ginny that.)

"Yes, but you can't write me off as one of those overemotional basket cases that have no control over their feelings or their lives," Ginny stated.

"Never!"

"You did the other day," she reminds me.

"That's because you usually don't let minor break ups like that to get to you," I reply, and it's true.

"Yes well, it was still rude of you," she states stubbornly.

"So are you going to tell me what's bothering you?" I repeat.

"I guess I'm just tired of it all," she explains vaguely.

"All what?" I was rather confused.

"Men, dating, love."

"Yeah it's tough," I agree.

"You only ever dated one girl," she retorts.

So. "Have you ever tried dating Hermione!" I exclaim, Ginny hits me.

(NN: As does Hermione, who adds have you ever tried dating me.

We have problems.)

"Ron!"

"Sorry, go on." So only she can sit there and complain, and I'm not. Why did I get myself into this. Oh right, the couch.

"Do you think I'm unattractive?"

I choke on my spit since I was not drinking anything. Why must girls insist on setting these traps in which I seem to become ensnared in. If you answer positively to quickly they say you lying, if you hesitate as if to size them up, they think that means something bad. If you say yes I do think look fat in that, you basically a dead man. Why do they bother to ask, if they hate the answer anyway. And why would she ask me anyway my opinion won't matter in the long run anyway.

But for those of you wondering, I do think that Ginny is a very pretty young lady, why do you think I'm so protective of her.

"Of course I don't think that."

"Then why do I seem to repel men?" she asks.

"Ginny, you don't repel men, you just pick all the wrong ones," I answer, and it's true, she has bad taste in men.

"Yeah but the one that does matter doesn't even seem to notice," she mutters that I was lucky I even caught what she said.

So she likes someone does she. Figures, all this just because she likes a boy. And now I have to be the big brother and give advice, why couldn't she have just gone to Hermione. "Well Ginny if he doesn't notice you, then he's obviously not worth it." Good piece of advice, and it's true no guy is good enough for Ginny. Well there is one, but neither seems to take a hint.

(NN: Three guesses who!)

"But he is," she breathes, her voice is all dreamy. How did I get myself wrapped up in this girl crap.

(NN: Ronald! Hermione exclaimed. I'm not suppose to swear. Whoops!)

"Then ask him out?" Why are girls so stupid, she's a Gryffindor, if you want to go out with someone just ask him out to dinner, why is that so hard, guys do it all the time.

(NN: Hermione seems to feel the need to remind me that it took me about seven years to ask her out. And in defense I would have to say that Hermione is a pretty intimidating girl, and I was afraid she wouldn't like me because she's to smart for me.

But I have to say that I am writing a nice little book thing before her. So ha!)

"I don't want to ruin our friendship," she states. She has to make this so difficult doesn't she.

"It didn't ruin mine."

"Your different!"

"Do you love him?" This is always an important aspect because in matter of love sometimes is necessary to risk even the strongest friendships.

(NN: That was profound, states Hermione. I know!)

"I think I always have." she states. Ha! I knew it, so one of them does realize it, now I just have to convince him. This didn't take as long as I thought.

"Harry," I say, that's the guy in case your wondering.

"What? How?" She stutters, and she thought she was being slick.

"Ginny, you had a crush on him since the ripe age of ten, your great friends with him, and although Hermione clearly stated you were over him, I don't think I ever really bought it. And if I do say so, he's the only guy in the world who can take care of you properly, who would risk everything for you, or just about everyone. And you're the only one who can get him to express himself, and you both keep each other on your toes. Face it your both meant for each other. I just can't believe it took you this long to realize it."

(NN: I'm thinking about a career in speech writing in case you were wondering.)

"Now you just have to tell him how you feel and you can live happily ever after." I state simply.

"No!" She basically screams. I groan, I don't like where this is heading.

"What?"

"You can't tell him, it would ruin everything."

"How do you know?" I retort.

"I don't, but I can't take the risk of losing him in my life altogether."

"But..."

"No but's Ronald, this is my decision, and you're going to have to live with it," She says. "So get use to it. Now give me your promise that you won't say anything to anyone."

"No," I state, I think this whole, I can't tell him thing is stupid, and I'm not going to agree with it, and she can't make me.

(NN: I had to jinx it.)

"I'll tell Hermione..." She trails off, as though to leave it to the imagination.

"You'll tell Hermione what?" I retort, as if to challenge her.

"Why does it matter, she believes everything I say anyway." She says coyly. That's true, Ginny's a great liar, and her and Hermione are great friends. What if she said that I was cheating on her, which wasn't true of course, but with Ginny saying it, Hermione would be certain to throw me out. I can't take a chance like that.

"Alright, alright, I promise, I won't tell Harry, anyone," I say desperately. Boy, how I hate blackmail.

"Good!" she says satisfied, and I can't help but wonder what kind of tangled mess I got myself into this time.