Chapter 1: Prologue
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The Prologue
It was a relationship that swept the headlines. No one could who read the headlines would believe that those two people would actually ever get together. It was rumored to be a publicity stunt, even though he never needed publicity and she hated it. Speculators claimed it was just a fling and it would never last. It turned out that they were right.
They came from different worlds but they had more in common than most knew. He cursed like a sailor, and although she might have been the nicest witch most had ever met she had a mouth on her to embarrass most Quidditch players. She was playful, almost finding enjoyment in having fun and although he came off as more calm and cool he could be just as playful when he was with her. Her brothers lectured her that he was too old and she just scoffed as she explained it was only a year and it that did not make a difference.
He thought she was beautiful. She thought he was arrogant. She was clumsy and he had the kind of grace that is taught at an early age. He use to hate her, and she used to ignore him. She made him laugh though, and he made her feel.
She had long ago given up on love. The idea of finding one person that you would love the rest of you life was ludicrous to her. She didn't understand how someone could ever trust someone so much to love them for the rest of her life.
She could have loved him forever.
He had never really thought about love before. He was taught it was for fools and pansies and it was easier for him to believe that than to care. Turns out he was wrong and being in love didn't make you a fool, it was running from it that did. He fell in love and learned why someone would lay down their life for another.
He should have been able to love her forever.
They both knew getting in to it that young love is the hardest to overcome. People grow and change and it takes a strong love to grow with them. They were told they would grow apart as they got older.
They hadn't grown apart.
In the end, it was the media that she had tried to hide from for so long that tore her down. She was never beautiful enough, graceful enough, classy enough to be with a man of his stature. In the end it was her family that couldn't look past his family name, the way his hair was the same color as his father's, how he could never be a good enough person to be with their daughter that broke his spirit.
Their situation highlighted how cruel the world could be to a couple, but in the end it wasn't the world that truly tore them apart, it was pride.
He wasn't use to someone arguing against him, he was use to having his way. She was use to putting people in their places. They got into explosive fights and neither would relent their side. Of course, making up was never a burden to either of them.
She was in fiery in bed as she was in all aspects of her life. She provided a heat that he had lost some time in his life from living such a cold existence. He was the only one who had ever taken the time to learn when to give in and when to insist she try harder at something.
Their love was comfortable, it was right. It was, in a sense, broken in. They knew the little things about each other that don't matter in the long run but seem to be so important when you fall in love. He knew she was scared of total darkness, she knew he secretly loved muggle television.
They had dated for a year and a half. Most people thought the next step in their relationship would be marriage. It was a bit of a shock when they broke up, but it would have been a bigger shock had they actually gotten to the step of marriage.
She stopped speaking to him after the night of their breakup.
A year and a half later she still hadn't spoken to him.