Ok I know its corny starting off with this is my first fic blah blah blah but it is. So please read and give me some feedback, but be gentle. This is short but I just had to set things up, it gets better I promise. Enjoy!

Special thanks to Sara, a wonderful Potterhead and member of S.P.P.E.W.(I doubt you want to know).

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, only two mice who like to pee on me and cause me to take excessive showers. And I do not even own them, for that would be speciesism.

this is the time a feller needs a friend
when every happy plot
ends with a marriage knot
and there's no knot
i guess he's not
for me-

Ella Fitzgerald

"Harry!"
The raven haired boy whirled around and spotted Hermione calling his name. She ran over to him and embraced him, causing him to fear that might never breathe again.
"It's been so long since we've seen you! How are...things...?"

"Yea, I've almost forgotten what you look like," Ron added.

With Voldemort in full power once again, it wasn't safe for Harry to go anywhere, even just to see his best friends. This night, in the basement of the store formerly occupied by Ron's brothers was the first time they had seen him in months.

"I nearly died of shock when I got your owl. Are you sure you're allowed to be here? You know how dangerous this is, if I find out that you're here without permission from the Ministry..."

"Well it's always good to know that some things never change," Harry cut her off, "but there's actually something really important I need to talk to you about." The delighted expression that had spread across his face at the sight of his friends quickly vanished and there's took on grave appearances to match his.

"You know we are always ready to help you, no matter what right? I owe you for all the chocolate frogs you've bought me over the years anyway..." Ron said, uncomfortable and trying to lighten the mood.

Harry took a deep breath. "See here's the thing...the ministry doesn't think that they've taken enough precaution. It's not time for me to...yet and if something should happen to me before then...well you know so..." he stopped to inhale again, hoping it would allow his thoughts to come out more clearly, "well I'm going into a different kind of hiding, more of a physical hiding as well as magically protected...it should be impossible for anything to hurt me...or anyone there...until its time...and...and...the ministry said I can only take family with me. I tried explaining that the only family I have are you two and that the Dursley's aren't family but they wouldn't listen. I mean, they agreed that I wouldn't have to take the Dursley's they only offered because it seemed like the right thing to do but...well...there's nothing I can do to take you...or at least not Ron. You see, Lupin helped me find a loophole. Hermione...if we..." Harry stopped, looking her in the eyes trying to see if she comprehended any of this. She nodded slowly, showing that she understood. She closed her eyes taking a moment to process everything she just heard and tugged uncomfortably at the sleeve of the maroon Weasley sweater she was wearing that Ron had given her years ago.

"Well that would be the most logical thing to do. You can't go all alone and it would of course be safer for me..." she trailed off, looking at Ron, realizing what it would all mean for him.

"So you accept then?"

"Yes," she said, trying to sound enthusiastic and failing but embracing him once again never the less.

"Would someone please tell me what the bloody hell is going on?!" Ron bellowed.

"Shhhh! Do you want us to get caught?" Hermione hissed threateningly. She took a deep breath, a very popular activity on this day. "Ron...Harry and I are..." she looked back and fourth between the two men she loved more than anything else in the world, "Harry and I are getting married." She rushed over and put both of her hands over his mouth before he could scream and endanger them all. "Now listen to me...let me explain. You see, if Harry is going into hiding and can only take family, by marrying me I would be able to go with him. You have no idea how much I wish there was another way..." Harry looked quite offended. "Oh you know what I mean. That Ron could come as well or that we weren't in this situation at all, but that isn't the case...Ron..." He continued to avoid eye contact with either of them, having an intense staring contest with a spot on the wall next to him. "Ron, Ron look at me," she reached out and tilted his chin towards her, forcing his eyes to meet hers, "Ron it will all be okay," she tried to sound soothing and more sure of herself than she was. "This will all be over someday, someday soon, and then...well everything will work out, I just know it will."

"Oh yes and if Hermione Granger says it will work out than it must be true because she just knows bloody everything!"

"Oh come off it Ron. You don't have to make things harder than they already are!"

"Oh you're right, because things are just so great right now! I don't want to ruin this precious moment. I'm sure this'll make a lovely engagement story to pass down."

"If you think that by arguing with me you're going to make this easier, you're wrong. You're just going to regret spending the last moments you'll have with your best friends for...for who knows how long fighting like a...like an incompetent child."

"In 'who knows long'? Really, 'cause a few moments ago the war was going before we know it. Looks as though the queen know-it-all is losing her touch."

Hermione spoke as calmly as she could manage, fighting back tears. "Fine, well if this is really how you want to end things...there's a wedding that has to take place rather soon and..." she slipped her hand into Harry's and began steering him towards the door, turning back only once with one hand on the doorknob. Ron opened his mouth and then closed it abruptly several times. He knew deep down that Hermione was right, she always was. He knew this was no way to say goodbye, but his anger prevented him from saying anything worthwhile, anything that he really wanted her to know. He heard the door close and slinked down the wall, hitting the cold cement floor a bit harder than intended. He half wished Voldemort would come and strike him down right there. He slumped down further, not having the strength or the willpower to move just yet, to tear himself away from the place that he saw her last.

No one knows what it's like
To feel these feelings
Like I do
And I blame you...

No one knows what it's like
To be the bad man
To be the sad man
Behind blue eyes-

Behind blue eyes, The Who

My goal is to post a chapter a week, I think it'll be around 10 chapters in all. Review!