A/N: Love Story, by Taylor Swift. Not really by style, but it is my guilty pleasure song, and I think it's adorable. Don't judge me.

Love Story

All she could think about was a boy. A boy she shouldn't think about, but had known for her whole life, and had loved for most of it.

We were both young when I first saw you.

She remembered the exact moment she realized her feelings. She remembered how clean air smelled, and although she knew it should be cold, it was charmed to be as warm as just another summer day.

I close my eyes and the flashback starts:

She left Neville on the dance floor to go outside and get some air.

I'm standing there on the balcony in summer air.

Everything at the Yule Ball was beautiful. Everyone made the extra effort the look amazing, whether they wanted to admit it or not, and it showed. Even the ballroom seemed to shimmer.

See the lights, see the party, the ball gowns.

Suddenly, the door opened, and she wasn't alone. She turned; surprised at whom she saw, and even more surprised that he didn't turn and leave.

See you make your way through the crowd

"Hey, Weaselette."

And say hello;

He had been her first kiss. If only she had known what that would be the beginning of.

Little did I know

They had begun to owl each other, and would sneak off together; sometimes just to talk, and sometimes for more. They both wanted to make it public, but they both knew it would ruin everything. Their friends, their families, they would ruin everything. And, eventually, they did.

That you were Romeo;

Her 16th birthday, in the early hours of the morning, she heard a tapping on her window.

You were throwing pebbles,

She looked out, quietly creeped down the stairs, slowly shut the door, and jumped into his arms. He wished her a Happy Birthday, and gave her his present; a white gold locket. There were no pictures inside, simply a "G" engraved on the left, and a "D" engraved on the right. She thanked him and kissed him passionately, with all of the feelings she had left in her heart, just like every other time she felt her lips against his. She heard a door slam, and felt herself being ripped away from her lover.

And my daddy said, "Stay away from Juliet."

As she watched him run, fleeing from the furiously red face of her father, she felt her world crumbling.

And I was crying on the staircase, begging you "Please don't go."

She wrote letter after letter, mostly saying the same thing.

And I said,

"Romeo, take me somewhere we can be alone.

I'll be waiting; all there's left to do is run.

You'll be the prince and I'll be the princess

It's a love story - baby just say 'Yes.'

Finally, he agreed to meet her in their favorite spot. There was an open area in the forest near her house, where the grass was soft, and flowers were abundant.

So I sneak out to the garden to see you.

She'd made some excuse to get out of the house, and as soon as she knew she was out of earshot, she ran.

We keep quiet 'cause we're dead if they knew.

They embraced for the first time in months, neither opening their eyes nor letting go. Just breathing in each other and pretending they were the only ones in the world.

So close your eyes; escape this town for a little while

"We can't do this anymore…" he started.

'Cause you were Romeo,

"Please, not now…" she replied, her voice breaking.

I was the scarlet letter

"Our families… this will never work…" he explained.

And my daddy said, "Stay away from Juliet,"

"We can make it work, Draco…"

But you were everything to me; I was begging you "Please don't go,"

But he was gone. She fell to the ground that she had become so familiar with, and sobbed until her heart ached.

And I said,

"Romeo, take me somewhere we can be alone.

I'll be waiting; all there's left to do is run.

You'll be the prince and I'll be the princess

It's a love story - baby just say 'Yes.'

Over the next few weeks, she barely spoke to anyone. Her family and friends were constantly telling her it was just puppy love, and any day now she'd meet someone she was just as infatuated with.

Romeo, save me; they're trying to tell me how to feel.

It actually hurt for her to be without him, to not be able to touch him, speak to him, or listen to his heartbeat.

This love is difficult, but it's real.

She'd write to him again, and again.

Don't be afraid, we'll make it out of this mess.

It's a love story - baby just say 'Yes.'

She'd wait for him at their spot in the forest, but he'd never show up.

I got tired of waiting,

Wondering if you were ever coming around.

She was shocked to see his elegant owl waiting on her dresser, a letter in his beak, the front of the envelope printed simply "G."

My faith in you was fading

He begged her to come to their spot at exactly sunset.

When I met you on the outskirts of town.

She was planning on being strong when she saw him. She was going to brush him off, tell him it was too late. But when she saw him in the distance, she ran towards him, tears streaming down her face.

And I said, "Romeo, save me – I've been feeling so alone."

They held each other, and she asked why he never wrote back anymore; never met her in the forest.

"I keep waiting for you but you never come."

She asked if he even loved her anymore, her voice breaking, more tears coming.

"Is this in my head? I don't know what to think-"

He pulled away from her, grabbed her hands, looked her in the eye, and dropped to one knee.

He knelt to the ground and pulled out a ring

"Marry me."

"What? You're crazy…"

"I'm serious. Ginevra Weasley, please become Ginevra Malfoy. Or Ginevra Weasley-Malfoy. Or Ginevra Mafloy-Weasley. I don't really care. Just be mine."

"Marry me, Juliet. You'll never have to be alone."

"Are you sure about this?" she asked, skeptically.

"I've never been surer about anything else," he replied confidently.

"I love you and that's all I really know."

"And our families…?" she asked, starting to get used to the idea.

"I took care of everything."

"So they're all dead then?"

He chuckled and said, "No. I've just explained the situation, and basically told them if they ever want to see their children grow up, they better be at the wedding, supporting the both of us. No one is ruining this."

"I talked to your dad, go pick out a white dress;

He continued, "So… what do you say?"

"Is this really happening?"

"Absobloodylutely."

"Then… yes. Yes yes yes. I love you Draco Malfoy."

"It's a love story - baby just say 'Yes'."

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