To understand this story we must first know the basics:
This is a story of two people. Two people who knew each other better than they knew themselves.
This is the story of two lovers who together passed the limits of love and obsession, who played a game that became their very reason for living.
To understand this love, we must begin at the beginning go on till we come to the end, and then stop.
It all started with...
two children. A necklace and a funeral.
A young boy whom had just turned ten years old, walked into his mothers study. He could tell instantly that the woman had been crying, it made him sad to think about it.
"Mother?" he had said it so quietly, his mother had not heard him.
"Mother?" he repeated
The woman looked up from the letter she had been reading, her eyes were bloodshot with traces of tears in them. Her normally elegant hair was wildly covering her face from any unwanted sun light.
In spite of her tear stained face, and her unhappy morning, Narcissa Malfoy smiled at her only child.
"Draco darling, come."
Draco hurried over to his mother and hugged her adoringly. "Why are you sad?" He asked her.
Narcissa held him tighter, breathing in his typical grassy smell. He had been flying.
"I'm afraid a dear friend has died today, and I have just received a letter to attend her funeral."
"Don't be sad mother." he had said it as a statement but it sounded as if he were begging.
Narcissa ran her hand through his hair. "My darling, such a sweet boy. I have something for you."
she opened her desk draw and pulled out a small silver necklace.
The boy eyes opened wide as his mother clasped it around his neck. "You will meet someone Draco, someone that with just one look you will know that you never meant to live with out her, and when you meet her, you will give her your heart, an she in turn, hers. And you will always find each other no matter what."
Draco took the necklace in his hand it was a pure silver heart no inscription, nothing. "Thank you."
"It is your heart to give away Draco, but choose wisely for once it is gone, you may never get it back." With those words Narcissa Malfoy stood and walked to the door. "Your father is away, I must make preparations for the funeral." She said.
"I'll go with you mother." Draco told her, without really knowing why.
Of course a funeral was not the kind of place a ten year old boy would like to go with his mother, he was to young to take in all the grave stones around him, and the desolate people covered in black from head to toe, but Draco had been brought up to know that if his mother needed him, he should be there. No exceptions.
So Narcissa and Draco walked along the beautiful bright summer grass to where the ceremony was being held.
Draco stood beside his mother with his hands behind his back, staring at the coffin of the woman he knew nothing about. A very wise muggle lady. Was all his mother had given away about this woman. Draco looked up from his thoughts very suddenly, and though years later when asked he could never explain what made him look up in that moment, all he could say about it was that in that instant when Grey met Brown; he knew his life had changed forever.
Hermione Granger was exhausted, and sad very very sad. Today was the 14 of June, and her aunt Jean's funeral.
Though Hermione wasn't wearing Black, she knew that she was one of the saddest people in that graveyard. Aunt Jean had been her mothers sister, and her, Hermione's closest relative.
Hermione berried her head in her father side, reaching for his hand. She would haver preferred her mother, but since Jean had passed Lizzy Granger barely registered her daughters existence.
Together the family of three watched the funeral end and when it did, Hermione's eyes wondered around the people attending, a startling Silver met Hermione's gaze, she frowned the boy was standing next to a very elegant looking lady, but they were dressed in odd looking clothes, and the boys hair was white blond and slicked back with what looked to be quite a lot of gel. There was something that drew Hermione to him, something... magical. The young girl rolled her eyes at herself, but before she knew what she was doing she was walking towards him, only half surprised to find he was doing the same.
"Hello." The children said at the same time.
"My name is Hermione Granger." The girl said, holding out her hand as she had been taught.
Draco accepted, smiling. "I'm Draco Malfoy. Why... why are you sad?"
He hadn't meant to ask, it had just slipped, but it felt like something he should ask. Hermione frowned but replied anyway.
"My auntie has died." She replied, tears in her eyes again.
"Don't be sad, look." Draco pulled his new chain out from under his robes, over his head and placed it over hers.
Hermione gaped, and Draco's eyes widened, his mothers words reciting themselves in his head.
"Mm maybe you could let me have it back sometimes?" He asked nervously.
Hermione glared, you don't give something just to take it back a second later. "How much is it worth to you?"
"It's priceless." Draco told her.
"I meant, what would you do for it." Hermione said, shaking her head.
Draco's response was instant. "Anything."
Hermione's eyebrows shot into her hair, and a sly smile was on her face. "Walk into a grave." She said.
"fine." Draco said, walking to an open and empty grave.
Hermione laughed. "I meant that one." Draco looked back at her to see her pointing to her left, were another funeral was taking place. He gulped.
"Well? Game or not?" She asked, dangling his chain from her middle finger.
Draco narrowed his eyes at her. "Game."
To say Draco was in trouble after that, would have been the understatement of the century.
He was dragged away by his mother, whispering harsh but understandable things, "No, flying, no magic, no elves, no nothing. Such disrespect Draco, is not tolerated, wait until your father..." Narcissa rambled on furiously. But Draco had stopped listening by now.
His mother pushed him into her limo. "Do not move, until I get back." She snapped, slamming the door behind her.
"Well done!"
Draco jumped when he heard Hermione's voice from the other side of the door. He opened the window to see a grinning Hermione, he smiled back.
"I'll get you for that." Draco told her menacingly.
"I'm sure." Hermione replied handing him the necklace.
Draco looked at it, it wasn't he same as before. Hermione was written on once side of the heart and Draco was on the other.
"What did you do?" He asked.
Hermione looked at him nervously. "What...nothing it just happened!"
Draco studied her, of course she was muggle, so that was no reason why his necklace would suddenly engrave it's self.
"I wonder?"
The boy watched as his new friend pulled at the heart, and was fairly surprised to see it brake into two pieces.
"Its breakable." She told him.
"I can see that. There you can have your name if you want." He said holding up her piece.
"I'd rather have yours... to remember." She answered shyly.
Draco laughed. "Okay, but first." Draco pushed the necklace together to make it whole again, and put it back around Hermione's neck. "You have until June 14th of next year to find me again and give me my half. Game or not?" He smirked.
Hermione's eyes widened, she looked from the heart to Draco and back, Narcissa got into the limo and motioned the driver to pull away.
Draco and Hermione never broke eye contact. Until she as almost out of sight. Worriedly Draco strained to see her, and shouted "Game or not Hermione?"
He was almost out of earshot when the girls reply reached him. "GAME."