I know, I know. A very long wait again for a new chapter but I am almost reluctant to write the rest of this story because I know it will not end well. But write it I will! so please keep reading... I cannot change Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet and so it's just the way it is but I will try my best to write it well!

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"Good night Draco and sleep well. We have a busy day tomorrow. Your parents would have been proud," and Severus Snape left, shutting Draco's door behind him.

"Good night, godfather. God knows when we shall meet again," the young teenager whispered, knowing that he would not hear his final words to him.

Through the enchanted windows of the dungeon, neither moon nor star glowed to break the night, almost as if they knew to cast no light on dark deeds set into motion that night. Draco's room was lit by one lone candle, flickering beside him, as he looked down at the small vial in his hand. "All through today, I was so certain of my path tonight. Now, I am not so sure. I know what I want- I want to be with Harry forever- but what if that dream cannot be achieved? What then?"

After many years alone, Draco had fallen into the habit of talking to himself to solve his problems. "What if this potion does not work? Hermione has never made a mistake but there is always a first? What then? Will I be forced to marry Pansy tomorrow?"

He picked up his wand and gently caressed it's handle. "There is an easier way. I could end it all, right here, right now. No more heartache, no more fighting fate. Yes, with this plan there are no guarantees and I cannot risk the possibility of even being partially alive tomorrow. Or else I will have to… No! That must never happen!"

He gripped the handle and pointed the wands tip to his heart, about to cast a spell to end his life. Then, this madness ended and he lowered his hand. "But what if the plan does work? What if all my hopes and dreams are fulfilled just by taking this small potion? Isn't that worth the risk of everything?" He smiled. "Yes, it is. What is a little fear when there is so much to be gained? Why stop fighting when I am so close? I cannot give up now!"

He placed his wand back on his bedside table and stared out the window, enjoying the peace. "It is a dark night, full of uncertain things. So many things could happen tonight and tomorrow." He pulled out the cork and raised it in a salute to the night. "To you, Harry, and to everlasting love," and he drank.

At first nothing. But then a coldness overcame his entire being, making him gasp and shiver. Then, numbness, making his eyelids heavy and unyielding. The darkness beckoned and he fell back on to the pillows in a deep sleep. To everyone else, Draco Malfoy was dead.

And so it begins... the chain of events that will create a tragic love story! Please review, i love hearing from my readers!