All who have read my first story; this is what leads up to Reincarnated Love. This explains why they're out of character. War does a lot to change people and well it changed them (with the exception of Ron, who still hates Malfoy). For those who have not read Reincarnated Love, read this first. I apologize to those who have read my first story first; I hope you all still read this. Enjoy!

Behind Enemy Lines

Chapter 1- The Last Normal Thing

Snape was only feet away from Draco. He was calm as usual. He showed no remorse of what he did, of how he ruined Draco's life. Nor did he show remorse for how guilty he made Draco feel. He clenched his fists and gritted his teeth. He wanted to hurt Severus Snape, to kill him.

"Ah, Draco." The Dark Lord gave Draco a smile. "I was just looking for you." Snape raised his head and looked at Draco. "I need you to do something for me," Voldemort continued. "You must become a spy for me. Since Severus has blown his cover trying to save your hide, I have decided to make you take his place to repay him for his kindness."

Draco's fists clenched again and he whitened with hate. The hate Draco felt for his former teacher was completely unbearable. It was all he could do to keep from charging at Snape right then and there. Repay him for his kindness? What kindness?

Voldemort grinned, seeing the hate on Draco's face. "You are to go to that moron werewolf and ask him for sanctuary. Tell him that you want to get rid of me and that you must do it discreetly to keep from death." He looked down at Draco. "Say that you have much information to give him, on how to defeat me." He looked Draco in the eye. "Do you understand?" Draco nodded. "Good. You are to go tomorrow." He turned on his heel and walked back to his seat. "You may go Draco. Tomorrow, Severus will tell you where to go."

Draco walked away, anger surging through him. He had to repay the one who ruined his life. He had to sit there and control his temper around the man who caused the death of his first real love. Draco was not going to stand for it. He was a Malfoy (regrettably) and he would not be pushed around. He would exact his revenge upon Severus Snape. Oh yes he would, if it was the last thing he'd do.

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Harry fixed Ron's tie. "There, perfect," He said. Ron checked himself in the mirror and grinned.

"Thanks," Ron said.

"Welcome," Harry replied, fixing his own tie. He still couldn't believe that something as normal as a wedding could happen now. Amid all the hatred and war that was starting, there was still room for something as sacred and beautiful as a wedding.

Hermione practically danced into the room. She had her happy face on today. Despite the scared and worried Hermione that hid behind her face, she was happy; mainly, for Bill and Fleur. Today was their day and they deserved to retain some happiness.

"Don't you two look dashing?" Hermione said.

"As handsome as anyone can be," Ron grinned. Harry and Hermione both rolled their eyes.

"Right Ron, you keep dreaming," Harry said, grinning. He too had stored his happiness away just for this day. Now he opened the invisible door and unleashed it.

"Guys hurry up!" Ginny said, sticking her head in the room.

"Okay, we look good," Ron said.

"Yeah, yeah. Ravishing," Ginny said impatiently. She tried her best not to look at Harry. She was hurt terribly that he had decided to break up with her. His reasoning was honorable, to say the least, but she didn't agree with them. Voldemort already knew that, most likely, they still liked each other. Breaking up wasn't going to fool him. Yet, she humored Harry and it killed her to do so.

Ginny allowed herself once glance but immediately regretted it. Harry was handsome, he always had been. He looked even more so in his tux/dress robes (A/N- I'm not really sure what they wear to weddings, sorry-hehe). One look was all she allowed and yet with that one look, she memorized him. In that one look, she saw everything. She saw and remembered the boy she had always loved. And even though he put an unnecessary space between them, he held a special part of her heart.

Ginny turned away quickly. "Mum says you guys need to hurry downstairs," She said. She pointedly looked at everyone but the boy who held her heart. Hermione noticed and quickly rushed her out the door, leaving Ron and Harry to themselves.

"You okay?" Hermione asked.

"Yes, of course, I'm fine," Ginny assured.

"I suppose it'd be a good idea not to speak of it," Hermione said.

"Yes it would be a good idea, a very good idea," Ginny said nodding her head.

"Well, if it's any consolation to know that I waited for Ron for years," Hermione said. Then she laughed. "I still am, though I doubt very seriously that it will happen or that it matters."

Ginny laughed. "Ron is a bit of a coward," She agreed.

"It helps to occupy yourself, you know keep your mind focused on something else," Hermione said.

"I'll find something," Ginny said. "Thanks," She hugged Hermione.

"No problem," Hermione said. "And just between you and me, you can still find a way to help with the whole war thing."

"Yeah, I was going through plans that my mum won't find out about in my head," Ginny assured, grinning.

"I've taught you well," Hermione said laughing. "Alright come on."

The two girls dashed down the stairs as fast as they could, wearing puffy dresses and high heels. The wedding was more beautiful than any of them could have imagined. It was the perfect relaxation from the plotting and planning against Voldemort. The day was filled with light hearted laughter and abundant happiness. Everyone danced, talked and laughed. There were highly amusing jokes and heartfelt speeches. Even the fact that Fleur's family was a little on the snobbish side didn't bring down the high spirits.

By the end of the day, everyone was exhausted. Their cheerfulness was not yet extinguished but their eyes drooped and yawns were unable to be suppressed. The newlyweds escaped to their room, giggling merrily (drunkenly, might be a more truthful word). The guests parted with reluctant 'goodbyes' and the inhabitants of the Weasley house retired to their chambers.

Hermione and Ginny slowly climbed up to Ginny's room, their heels held loosely in their hands. "That was so much fun," Hermione commented when they were in Ginny's bedroom.

"Yeah, probably the most fun I've had in a while," Ginny replied. She helped Hermione with the zipper of her dress and Hermione did the same with her. They dressed in their night clothes and snuggled into their beds.

"Same here," Hermione agreed as she reached to turn off the lamp. Minutes of silence followed. Hermione looked at Ginny in the bed across from her. "This is probably the last normal thing we'll do until Voldemort is dead," Hermione said half dazed.

Ginny nodded slowly, almost deliberately. "Probably," She said.

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He stood in the rain, staring at the building in front of him. How was he supposed to do it? Did he just walk in? No, I can't do that. That's just too weird. And plus they probably have some sort of security system. After all, they aren't complete idiots. His thoughts rambled on about nothing in particular. He hesitated before stepping forward. What if he finds out that I'm doing this for …real? Maybe I should think about this. His footsteps stopped as he debated with himself. What if he finds out that I'm betraying him? Can he find out? He weighed the chances in his head. Well, I have to do this. I have to try…for her. With that thought, he walked toward the door quickly; leaving no room for hesitation.

I'm sorry this is really, really...REALLY short for the first chapter. Heck, it's short for any chapter. You all probably already know who the he is. I mean I gave enough clues, but if you don't that's good as well. Well, there's my very short first chapter. Next one will be longer, I promise. Kayo, you know what to do…REVIEW!