Disclaimer: All the characters and any magical lingo in this story belong to JK Rowlings, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc.
A/N: This story is loosely based on the Filipino Television Series Sa Dulo Nang Walang Hanggang (After Eternity or something like that). This is my first fanfic so please go easy on me.
Summary: Darien and Gwenivere were two lovers from different backgrounds. One was from a prominent wizarding family and the other from a muggle family. Despite those differences, they fall in love. When jealousy and betrayal come into play, they were separated. Centuries later, will Draco Malfoy and Ginny Weasley accomplish what their predecessors could not do? To be together forever.
Introduction
It was dark and a lean man with silvery blond hair was running quickly towards shelter. It was raining hard and he was soaked thoroughly. His clothes were beginning to stick to him like a second skin. When he finally reached his destination, he knocked on the door hoping that she would open it. After a few minutes, a red-haired man opened the door. When the man finally realized who was at the door his faced showed fear, but he let him inside the house after bowing. He quickly surveyed the house and noted the man's many sons sitting in front of the fire. Then he saw her. She was sitting in front of the fire with her brothers doing her needlework. He watched her work quietly. Her auburn hair glistening in the light. He took in her face that showed deep concentration in her work. How he wished that he could be there to hold her. The man with red hair watched his employer with hatred. How he hated this man's family with all his heart, yet he could not deny that this person is different from the rest of them. Then he followed the man's gaze and saw it directed towards his daughter.
He coughed aloud to get his attention, "My lord. Please do come in. Gwenivere please get a towel for our lord to dry himself," the man said to his only daughter.
At the mention of her name she stopped her work and got up.
The man with blond hair finally got back to his senses and said, "There is no need for a towel. I will be leaving shortly. I have a letter with the utmost importance. I need it delivered."
"How may I be of help my lord?" The red haired man asked.
"I would like your daughter to deliver it for me."
"My daughter?" the man questioned.
"She will know who to give this to," he said showing him the sealed letter.
Gwenivere walked up to him to receive the letter.
"Give this to Hermia," he simply told her.
She looked at him questionably. She wondered why he would not deliver it himself. She knew that Hermia and he were cousins and lived near each other, but she did not question him any further. She and him were not in the same status. She was a simple peasant girl while he came from one of the most powerful and well-connected families in Europe. To question his authority would be frowned upon. She told him she would deliver it as soon as possible. At that, he thanked them, nodded at her, and then he left.
She pocketed the letter and turned to her father.
"Father I would like to see if Lord Darien returns to the manor safely," Gwenivere told him.
"In this weather?" he asked, looking out the window, "You cannot see a bloody thing."
"I will stay near the house. You could see the manor up the hill father," she told him.
"Do you want me to go with you?" asked one of her brothers.
"I wouldn't want to trouble you Reynold. I will be fine by myself. I will return shortly father," she told them.
Her father nodded and returned to the table. She took her cloak, went out the door, and closed it quietly. When she turned around a corner, someone pulled her. She felt a pair of warm lips touch hers gently. As quick as she received the kiss, it was gone as fast. A pair of arms encircled around her and held her close against him. She did not resist, but instead leaned on him.
"Darien," she murmured against his chest, "Why did you come?"
He stroked her hair gently and asked her if she was not happy to see him.
"Of course I am happy to see you."
"You did not look happy, you ignored me until your father addressed you," he told her.
She moved back a little to look up at his face.
"My brothers were there. What did you want me to do? They still do not know about us, why did you come today? It is raining you could catch a cold," she told him.
"I leaving as soon as the sun comes up."
"Leaving? You will come back won't you?"
He chuckled.
"Of course I will come back. I will be back in a week's time. My uncle has opened a school with three of his colleagues. He asked for my assistance. I could not deny him that small favor," he explained to her.
"Your uncle? Lord Salazar?" she asked.
He nodded.
"Will you be safe? I do not trust that man. There is something about him that screams murder."
"Of course I will be safe. I can look after myself. Besides, my uncle and I are close. He raised me since I was a baby. He is like a father to me and I, a son to him. He would not dare harm his only heir," he assured her.
"How do you know that? I am worried. Something tells me that something is going to happen to you. I can feel it."
"You worry too much about me. When I return, we will continue with our plan. I will marry you and we can live together. Is that what you want?"
"Yes."
"Go to the church a week from today before mass. I will be there, I promise."
She nodded. With one last kiss, they broke apart and he left. She watched him until he disappeared in the darkness.
A/N: So what do you think? This was a dream sequence. The main characters in this story are Draco Malfoy and Ginny Weasley. Please review, if you say that you did not like it, then say what part you did not like.