Had this idea for a one shot come to mind. Let me know your thoughts.

The grand ballroom was adorned with golden chandeliers and crimson drapes. The soft glow of candlelight illuminated the faces of the guests, their laughter and chatter filling the air. But amidst the crowd, Dracona stood alone, her eyes fixed on the man who had unknowingly captured her heart.

Dracona had always been a quiet observer, preferring the shadows to the spotlight. But her heart held a secret that weighed heavily on her. From the moment she had laid eyes on Harry, she had been captivated. His infectious smile, his genuine kindness, and the way he would go out of his way to help those in need had drawn her to him like a moth to a flame.

Harry, with his raven-black hair and piercing blue eyes, was the talk of the town. Not just for his dashing looks, but for his kind heart. Dracona had first noticed him when they were mere teenagers. She had seen him rescue a wounded bird, cradling it gently in his hands, a soft smile playing on his lips. That image had stayed with her, and over the years, her admiration for him had grown into something deeper.

She remembered the nights she would secretly watch him from her balcony, as he danced gracefully with the elderly women at the balls, ensuring they too had a moment of joy. His laughter was infectious, and his kindness knew no bounds. Dracona 's heart ached every time she thought of him, but she kept her feelings locked away, fearing the consequences.

But fate had played a cruel joke on them. Their families, once close allies, had turned into bitter enemies over a business feud. The walls between the two families grew taller and more impenetrable with each passing day. And so, Dracona 's love for Harry remained a silent whisper, never finding its voice.

She would watch him from her balcony, her heart aching with longing. She would pen down her feelings in letters she never sent, sealing them with tears of unspoken love. She dreamt of a world where their love could blossom, free from the chains of family feuds and societal expectations.

The night of Harry's engagement, Dracona sat by her window, the cool breeze carrying the distant sounds of celebration. She clutched one of her unsent letters, tears streaming down her face. "I am your friend, I am your beloved," she whispered, her voice breaking. "If only you knew how much I love you."

She thought of all the times she wanted to approach him, to confess her feelings, to break free from the chains that bound her. But fear held her back. Fear of rejection, fear of causing more rift between their families, fear of the unknown.

Years went by, and the weight of her secret love grew heavier. She heard whispers of Harry being betrothed to another. The news shattered her, but she wore a brave face, hiding her pain behind a mask of indifference.

The day of Harry's wedding arrived. The city was abuzz with excitement. Dracona , dressed in a simple gown, attended the ceremony, her heart heavy with sorrow. She watched as Harry exchanged vows with another woman, his eyes shining with happiness. A part of her wanted to scream, to tell him how she felt, but she remained silent, tears streaming down her face.

As the night wore on, Dracona found herself on the balcony, gazing at the stars. The lyrics of a song played in her mind, echoing her feelings. "I am your friend, I am your beloved... If you have any complaint, complain to me." She wished she could have been brave enough to confess her love, to tell Harry how she truly felt.

But now, it was too late. The man she loved was with someone else, and all she had were memories of stolen glances and secret yearnings. Dracona 's heart was broken, but she held onto the hope that someday, in another life, their paths would cross again, and they would be together, free from the chains of family feuds and societal norms. She closes her eyes, thinking to all their past encounters.

Flashback: Grade 9

The classroom was filled with the usual chatter and noise of high school students. The sun streamed in through the windows, casting a warm glow on the wooden desks. Dracona sat at the back, her notebook open, but her attention was elsewhere.

Across the room, Harry was engrossed in a covert operation of passing notes with his friends. His face was a picture of mischief as he tried to maintain an innocent facade, pretending to listen to the instructor. Dracona couldn't help but smile at his antics. She had always admired him from afar, drawn to his playful nature and kind heart.

As she continued to watch him, their eyes met. Time seemed to slow as they held each other's gaze. Dracona 's cheeks turned a deep shade of crimson, realizing she had been caught in the act of staring. But instead of looking away, Harry gifted her with a warm, reassuring smile, as if telling her it was okay.

However, the moment was short-lived. Ron, Harry's boisterous friend, leaned in and whispered something in Harry's ear. Dracona couldn't hear the words, but from the way Harry's eyes rolled and the smirk on Ron's face, she could tell it wasn't something pleasant about her.

Feeling a mix of hurt and anger, Dracona wished she could confront Ron. Honestly, this feud had gone long enough. They were children carrying on the flights of adults before them. And for what reason? The lyrics from a song she had recently heard played in her mind, giving voice to her feelings. "If you have any complaint, and if you have any accusation, complain to me, complain to me." She wished she could tell Harry to speak to her directly if he had any issues.

But before she could act on her feelings, the bell rang, signaling the end of the class. Students began to pack up, and the moment was lost. Dracona took a deep breath, pushing away the hurt, and focused on the one positive thing from the class - the shared smile with Harry. It was a small moment, but it was enough to give her hope that maybe, just maybe, there was something more between them.

Flashback: Grade 10

The school grounds were buzzing with excitement. The annual Charity Ball was just around the corner, and everyone was talking about it. Whispers of dresses, shoes, and potential dates filled the air. Dracona , however, felt a knot in her stomach.

The only person she wanted to go with was Harry, but she knew that was a distant dream. With the recent feud between their families, the chances of him asking her were slim to none. The recent feud between their families had created an invisible barrier between them, making it impossible for Harry to ask her out.

Seeking solace, Dracona made her way to the large oak tree that stood majestically on the school grounds. Its thick branches and sprawling roots provided a comforting embrace. She settled down under its shade, letting the gentle breeze play with her flowy blond hair. The rustling of the leaves and the chirping of the birds provided a soothing backdrop to her tumultuous thoughts.

Unbeknownst to her, Harry had also sought refuge in the same tree. He sat perched on one of the higher branches, hidden from view. He too was lost in thought, reflecting on the rift that had torn their families apart.

As Dracona sat deep in thought, she was jolted back to reality by a tap on her shoulder. Looking up, she found one of the upperclassmen standing before her. With a confident smirk, he asked, "How about it, Dracona ? Care to be my date for the ball?"

Dracona was taken aback. She hadn't expected this. She opened her mouth to reply but no words came out. The weight of the recent events and the surprise of the proposal left her speechless.

Misinterpreting her silence, the upperclassman's face fell. "I get it," he said, his voice tinged with bitterness. "You're just another stuck-up princess." With that, he turned on his heel and walked away, leaving Dracona stunned.

Tears welled up in her eyes. She felt humiliated and vulnerable. The day had been overwhelming, and this was the last straw. Without a second thought, she pulled out her phone and called her driver, eager to escape the suffocating atmosphere of the school.

As she made her way to the school gates, she failed to notice Harry, who had witnessed the entire exchange. A frown marred his handsome face, and he felt a surge of protectiveness towards Dracona . From his vantage point, Harry had witnessed the entire exchange. His heart ached for Dracona , and he felt a surge of anger towards the classmate. But he remained silent, watching as Dracona hurriedly left the school grounds.

As the car pulled away, Harry's gaze lingered on the retreating vehicle. He wished he could be there for her, to comfort her and shield her from the world's cruelty. But for now, all he could do was watch from a distance, hoping that someday, circumstances would change.

Flashback: Grade 11

The school library was a sanctuary for Dracona . The towering bookshelves, the soft glow of the lamps, and the hushed whispers created an atmosphere of serenity. She was seated at a table on the third floor, surrounded by her group members, working on a project. Dracona found herself there, working on a group project that seemed to drag on forever. The topic was mundane, and her group members were more interested in gossiping than getting any actual work done.

From her vantage point on the third floor, she had a clear view of the entrance. As she absentmindedly gazed down at the entrance, her heart skipped a beat. Harry walked in, flanked by his two best friends, Ron and Hermione. The trio looked around cautiously, their expressions a mix of excitement and apprehension. Their demeanor was different from the usual carefree attitude she was used to seeing. They looked... sneaky. Dracona 's curiosity was piqued. What could they possibly be up to?

She watched as Harry glanced around, ensuring no one was watching, before leading his friends to the restricted section on the second floor. Ron hung back, positioning himself strategically to act as a lookout and potential distraction.

Dracona couldn't resist the urge to find out more. Her curiosity got the better of her. She quietly got up from her seat and walked to the railing, trying to get a clearer view of their activities. From her vantage point, she saw Harry and Hermione emerge a few minutes later, their faces flushed with excitement, clutching books on advanced chemistry and physics. This was intriguing. Why would they need such books? And why the secrecy?

Dracona was intrigued. What could they possibly want with such advanced material? As the trio regrouped, she watched as the trio skillfully hid the bo6oks under their jackets and began making their way out. Their escape was almost flawless, but just as they were about to leave, Harry's gaze traveled upwards, locking onto Dracona's.

For a moment, time seemed to stand still. Dracona raised an eyebrow, silently questioning him. In response, Harry flashed her a dazzling smile, followed by a playful wink, and placed a finger on his lips, signaling her to keep their secret. Dracona nodded in agreement, a small smile playing on her lips.

With one last glance, Harry and his friends slipped out of the library, their mission accomplished. Dracona returned to her group, her thoughts a whirlwind of questions and possibilities. But one thing was certain - the library had just become a lot more interesting.

Flashback: Graduation

The banquet hall was filled with a mix of excitement and nostalgia. The graduating class of grade 12 was buzzing with anticipation, their futures beckoning them forward. Parents, teachers, and friends gathered to celebrate this momentous occasion. The graduation ceremony of grade 12 was a significant milestone, marking the end of one chapter and the beginning of another.

Dracona sat with her parents; her diploma clutched tightly in her hands. The weight of the paper was nothing compared to the heaviness in her heart. The past year had been a rollercoaster of emotions. She had watched Harry throughout the year, her feelings for him growing stronger with each passing day. But fate had other plans. Harry had started dating another girl, and Dracona 's heart had shattered into a million pieces. She had tried to be happy for him, but every stolen glance, every whispered conversation, every shared laugh between them was a dagger to her heart.

When they broke up, Dracona had felt a glimmer of hope. But seeing Harry heartbroken and sulking had been equally painful. She wished she could comfort him, be there for him, but the rift between their families made it impossible.

She was pulled from her thoughts as Harry's name was announced. She watched him stride confidently onto the stage, his signature charm evident as he shook hands with the teachers and accepted his diploma. The applause was deafening, a testament to his popularity and the impact he had made on everyone, but all Dracona could hear was the sound of her own heart breaking.

After the ceremony, Dracona watched from a distance as Harry celebrated with his family. She caught sight of her uncle, Sirius, who was laughing heartily at something Harry had said. She watched as he rejoined his family, his laughter echoing in the auditorium. The sight of Sirius, Harry's godfather, laughing and joking with the Potters was a painful reminder of the choices that had torn their families apart. Instead of trying to bridge the gap between the two feuding families, he had chosen a side, leaving Dracona 's family behind.

A pang of regret hit her. If things had been different, if her uncle had tried to mend the rift, maybe she could have been there, laughing and celebrating with Harry. Maybe they could have been more than just distant admirers. Maybe she could have been the one by his side.

Tears threatened to spill, but Dracona blinked them away. She turned to her parents, forcing a smile on her face. But no matter how hard she tried, Harry's laughter, that hauntingly beautiful sound, continued to echo in her ears, a reminder of what could have been.

Flashback: University Years

The university campus was a sprawling expanse of green lawns, historic buildings, and bustling students. Dracona had hoped that university would be a fresh start, a chance to move on from the heartache of high school. But fate had other plans. Dracona walked through the corridors, her books clutched to her chest, trying to focus on her upcoming lecture. But her mind was elsewhere, constantly drifting to Harry.

On the rare occasions when they shared a class, Dracona would find herself stealing glances at him, cherishing those brief moments when their worlds collided. She would sit a few rows behind, stealing glances whenever she could. But what hurt the most was watching him flirt with other girls. Each laugh, each touch, was like a dagger to her heart.

Dracona tried dating other people, but it was futile. Every date ended with her comparing the guy to Harry. No one could match up to the image she had built of him in her mind. She felt trapped, unable to move on, yet unable to confess her feelings. No one could fill the space Harry occupied in her heart. It was as if he had cast a spell on her, one she couldn't break no matter how hard she tried.

As the years went by, Dracona threw herself into her studies. She excelled in her classes, determined to make a name for herself and become a partner in her family business. But even in the professional world, Harry was a constant presence. Their family businesses, despite the personal animosities, often collaborated on projects. This meant attending the same functions, events, and meetings. Every encounter was a painful reminder of what she couldn't have.

Just when Dracona thought she was finally moving on, news reached her that Harry was getting married. The news hit her like a ton of bricks. She hadn't even known he was dating someone. The realization that he was settling down, that he was truly moving on, shattered her.

She locked herself in her room, tears streaming down her face. The pain was unbearable. The pain was unbearable. She felt like a part of her had been ripped away. All the memories, all the stolen glances, all the unspoken words came flooding back. She felt like a part of her was being ripped away.

But deep down, Dracona knew she had to let go. Holding onto a love that was never meant to be was only causing her more pain. It was time to move on, to find her own path, and to finally let Harry go.

Back to the present.

The grand ballroom was alive with the sound of music, laughter, and the soft hum of conversations. Crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling, casting a soft glow over the guests. But amidst the sea of people, Dracona 's eyes were fixed on one couple - Harry and his wife, dancing gracefully in each other's arms.

The lyrics of the song playing in the background seemed to echo her own feelings. "Look, I have also fallen in love. Yes, I have also fallen in love." The words were a painful reminder of the love she once felt, a love that was never meant to be. The pain was palpable, a constant reminder of the love she once felt, the love that was never meant to be.

"You know how to speak in such flattering words," she thought, remembering all the times Harry had charmed her with his words, making her believe that maybe, just maybe, there was a chance for them. But now, watching him with his wife, she realized the truth. "Go on, move away, stop this torture." With every ounce of strength she had, Dracona turned away from the sight that was breaking her heart. She couldn't bear it any longer. The memories, the what-ifs, the longing - it was all too much. She had to move on, to find a life away from the shadows of her past.

With a heavy heart, Dracona turned away from the scene. She couldn't bear to watch any longer. It was time to move on, to start afresh. She had already made arrangements to transfer to her company's firm a few provinces away. It was a decision she had taken after much contemplation, knowing it was the only way to heal her broken heart.

As she walked out of the hall, the weight of the past few years seemed to lift off her shoulders. The friendship she had built with Harry, the unspoken feelings, the heartbreak - it was all too overwhelming. She knew she couldn't continue this way, living in the past, pining for a man who was now someone else's. The memories, the pain, the longing – it was time to leave it all behind. She boarded the train that would take her to her new life, leaving behind the city, the memories, and most importantly, Harry.

The journey was long, but with each passing mile, Dracona felt a sense of freedom. She was finally breaking free from the chains of her past, ready to embrace the future with open arms. She knew it wouldn't be easy, but she was determined to find happiness once again.

And as the train chugged along, Dracona looked out of the window, the city lights fading in the distance, and whispered a silent goodbye to the love she once knew. A new dawn awaited her, a chance to rediscover herself, perhaps to even find love and happiness on her own terms. And hopefully it would be to someone who's family wasn't in a non-sensical feud with hers.

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