Shakespeare
By Kirjava Deamon
"Okay, Dillon the three importances in life are to sleep, TV and hunt."
--Chris, or something like that
Every day after class, they'd walk to their special place by the forest.
You'd see them walk, the girl pointing out the flowers and saying what their healing properties were while the boy pretended to listen and was thinking of what people would say if they were caught together.
Everyday they'd act as though the world only spun for them.
They'd eat strawberries and dance to the music of the forest fearies. He'd laugh for the first time all day and smile for the first time that week. She'd toss her head in a flag of liquid flame.
They had a simple friendship, a joy of being my one another's side. They both wanted friends.
She'd ask him about marriage and he'd say "Only to a pureblood". She'd say, "Well I am a pureblood" and he'd smirk and tickle her or swat at her messy fire-like braid. He'd do it just to annoy her and she'd act offended only to grab him in a large hug and laugh.
She laughed a lot.
He didn't.
They did this every Tuesday, every Tuesday they would skip their last class and find each other in a thicket inside a part of the Forbidden Forest. It was a field of tall grass littered with potion herbs and wild flowers. It was their secret place, a special world only to them. She'd make flower reefs and toss them in the air while he would sent them into ashes. She'd dance in the ashes, mocking him. It was a secret world.
She got her first kiss there too, the day she stopped being a little girl.
Over the years, they grew into a partnership. She'd hangout with Slytherins and he'd listen to her rants about brothers before popping her latest creation of a sweet. They'd talk about Quidditch, muggles, sugar-spun quills, and anything. Anything to have an excuse to talk, to dream. They were like children, innocent and curious. He showed the side behind the frozen shell to her. She'd tell him a secret of hers; she hadn't since her friend in the diary.
In her sixth year, his seventh, he told her he loved her.
But their families were rivals, hatred sowing the bonds.
In her seventh, they were engaged and announced it to the world. A Slytherin in love with a Gryffindor. Her family was in angst; they hated her lover and their family more than the green-eyed hero hated his relatives. Her first love she told him about was that green-eyed hero; he was with the Chinese beauty of Ravenclaw now. He'd forgotten of the fire haired girl ages ago. He didn't forget his fire goddess, ever.
They were determined to stop her from marrying into a Death Eater's family.
They did so.
Those who try to hard are the first to fall.
Her family told him the only way to marry her was to fight for the Order's side in the war. His parents never knew they both were in hiding.
That green-eyed hero was the killer, poisoned his drinking flagon for he believed that traitors never fully swapped sides. It was an excuse to kill him in cold blood, she knew.
She was on the battle field and witnessed it. Her last kiss to him in hopes to be free of her body to be with him.
But poison was not a treasure let on his lips. She had her wand, she knew the killer curse. She was to be with him.
She was never awarded that pleasure.
She never finished. That green-eyed hero stopped her; she now sits alone in her room. She hasn't lived a day since her almost death, she us just…existing. Never to love again, an empty shell.
Romeo and Juliet.
Draco Malfoy lies here beneath this concrete angel, with an empty grave far away waiting for his love, Virginia Weasley. Even in death they'd be apart.