Author's Note: Hello there, people! It's me again! I just got inspiration to write another fanfic... and here it is! I hope you all like it!

DISCLAIMER: I don't own the characters and some parts of the plot… I only own a small bit of this story…



By Rage

Chapter One: The Past


Two young adolescents stood together in a secluded glade. One was a young beautiful lady, who had golden brown curls cascading gently on her shoulders and eyes that were the color of chocolate. The other, meanwhile, was a handsome young man blessed with sun-kissed golden hair and deep gray eyes.

It was midnight, and a cold wind rushed past them. The girl snuggled closer to the boy, and the boy put his arm around her. "This is the last time?" the girl whispered, looking up at the boy.

He nodded and smiled sadly. "I'll miss you," he said quietly, as he played with her hair.

The girl buried her face in his chest. "I'll be there tomorrow." She looked up at him and he tightened his embrace.


"Why not?"

The boy stared at her, his eyes showing sadness. "You'll just get hurt." He looked away.

No one talked and another gust of wind swept past the two. The girl took the boy's hand and held it tightly. The boy didn't pull it away, and finally, after moments of silence, he took out something from his pocket.

The girl sat up straight and looked at him curiously. "Something wrong?" she asked.

The boy smiled sweetly in reply and took her hand. "I just wanted to give you something." He put his hand over hers, and the girl felt something hard and smooth.

She looked down at her palm and gasped. She glanced back at the boy, shock and joy evident in her expression. "It—it's—"

It was a silver ring, and a small sapphire stud was placed upon it. There was absolutely no word for it… it was simply beautiful and breathtaking.

"It was supposed to be the wedding ring for tomorrow, but—" The boy paused and looked away. "I just couldn't give it to her. She doesn't deserve it."


"Because I don't love her." The boy looked at her with love and picked up the ring. "I love you."

The girl stared at him. Her eyes were brimming with tears and all she could do was smile. The boy smiled back and cupped her cheek.

"I love you," he repeated and finally, he leaned in and kissed her.


The girl stood in the very back of the church. The day she dreaded most had arrived, and though he had told her not to come, she had. The man she loved the most was going to marry another and her heart was torn to pieces.

"Speak now, or forever hold their peace." The priest's voice echoed in the hall, and the girl looked up.

She stared at the boy, and found that he, as well, was staring back at her. Speak, his eyes seemed to say, speak! I beg of you!

She opened her mouth and tried to shout. However, no words came out.

"We shall proceed then."

The girl gasped and the boy did so as well albeit silently.

"Do you take this man as your lawfully wedded husband?" asked the priest to the bribe.

"I do," she replied, smiling sweetly.

"And do you—" The priest now turned to the boy. "take this woman as your lawfully wedded wife?"

The girl now had tears streaming down her face and she covered her mouth. She looked away and sobbed quietly.

The boy, meanwhile, had not given his answer. He bit his lip and glanced back at the now crying girl. How he wished he could rush to her side and comfort her…

"My son, do you or do you not?" The priest put his hand on the boy's shoulder. "Please give your answer."

The boy turned sharply to him and bit his lip. "I—I—" He looked at the girl in front of him and looked at the girl in the back.


"I—I—" He had made up his mind. "I…don't."

Everyone present gasped. The girl looked up, her mouth agape. The bride stared at the boy. "W-what are you doing??" she hissed.

"What in Merlin's beard are you doing, boy??" The boy's father now stepped in front.

"Look, father! I don't love her!" the boy exclaimed. "You know I love someone else!"

Everyone gasped once again. His father had a deadly expression on his face and he glared at him. "Marry this woman here," he said threateningly, "or the one you love dies."

The boy's eyes widened, and he stared at his father. "You can't do that, father…"

His lip curved into a sickening smile. "I know she's here." He took out his wand and pointed it to the crowd. "Aparo Femme!"

Instantly, a petite body rose from the ground. The boy gasped, realizing that it was the girl. She was sobbing, and she cringed every other time. "Leave her alone, father!" He knew that she was in pain. "She has nothing to do with this!"

"She will die, boy," the father said quietly, his wand still pointing at the girl. "Unless you marry the girl in front of you."


"Suit yourself."

The boy's father raised his wand and pointed it at the girl. "Say goodbye."

The boy knew what his father was going to do. "DON'T!!"

But it was too late. His father had already cast the spell. "Avada Kedavra!"

A jet of green light emitted from his wand and hit the floating figure. The girl shook severely, and in seconds, she had fallen. Unmoving. Unconcious.


"HERMIONE!" Tears sprung from the boy's eyes as he rushed to her side. Everyone moved aside and some had gasped. He hugged the girl tightly, carefully cradling her as he cried.

"That's what you get for loving a Muggle." The boy's father stared at him with obvious disgust. "I hope that teaches you a lesson, Draco."

With that, he left the church, his black cloak swishing from side to side. The boy was left there, sitting down on the floor, still holding the girl ever so tightly. He held her clammy hand and clutched it. The ring he had given her was on her finger, and when he had seen it, he cried even more.

"We'll be together someday…" He took out his wand and pointed it at his chest. "We'll be together…" He closed his eyes, and smiled. "Avada Kedavra."


Their love did not die with them. A hundred years passed, and the love had still somewhat survived…


Author's Note: So… how did you like it? I would like to know through your reviews…

Just to let you know, unless it's not really obvious, this is not the last chapter. This is somewhat like a prologue and I really worked hard on it. I just got the idea like days ago…

Anyway, I know that it's like Romeo and Juliet, but I promise… it won't be.

Anyway, REVIEW!!!