"Their lives were taken away, just like that dreadful story: Romeo and Juliet."
In the beginning, he was a Slytherin, she a Gryffindor. His house hated hers, hers hating his. The houses were sworn enemies, and if either one spoke to the other, there would be chaos. But they wanted to communicate with each other. Their friends and family told them not to, but they did.
And a sad fate they met.
It was during their Fourth Year at the Yule Ball did they meet for the very first time.
They had never seen one another during their time at Hogwarts, so they were amazed and curious when they saw one another for the first time.
Draco Malfoy was loitering around the buffet of the bowl, trying to hide from his date who happened to be Pansy Parkinson. He thought having Pansy as a date would be fine; oh how wrong he was...
He was bored. And he was hating the attention Harry Potter was getting. Just because he was The Boy Who Lived and got chosen by that stupid goblet...
Coming up with a decision, he went to make his leave back to the Common Room when he saw her. The most beautiful, breathtaking girl he had ever seen.
She was across the hall from him, watching everyone with a small smile on her gorgeous face. She was wearing a beautiful light blue dress with white patterned lace from her shoulders and chest area, her dress designed corset style for her abdomen but the dress falling loosely, almost like it had a mind of its own and was floating simply around her. (Draco was terrible with describing what she was wearing, too gobsmacked at the sight of someone so gorgeous and elegant.)
Even from such a distance, he can see her eyes shining brightly against the lights, her raven dark hair twisted into an elegant bun with ringlets surrounding her oval-like face. Maybe to some people she wasn't the prettiest in Hogwarts, but for Draco?
He knew that she was the one.
As soon as that thought crossed his mind, their eyes connected. Grey eyes connected with warm, chocolate brown eyes. It felt like their souls were being connected together - like love at first sight.
Simultaneously, they started to make their way to one another. Both yearned to talk and know one another.
Draco merely pushed and shoved his way through, the girl politely excusing people as she shuffled by. They were just a metre away from one another, hands outstretched to touch, when they were both taken away at the same time; Draco pulled away by Pansy and the girl being pulled away by Hermione Granger. Despite the sudden change, they saw who dragged who, and they knew what they were about to have...it was forbidden.
For she was a Gryffindor, he a Slytherin.
Days went by when they saw each other again. It was during a weekend when Draco saw her sitting alone at the Black Lake, reading. When no one was looking, he hurriedly made his way over to her. "Hello," he greeted from behind her.
Said girl gasped in surprise, slamming her reading book shut with a snap. She stood up and turned around, ready to yell at whoever was disturbing her reading time only for her mouth to simply fall open at the sight of the boy. He gave her a shy smile - something uncommon on the boy's face.
"H-Hello," she stuttered out after a few seconds of silence and just gawking at him.
"I'm Draco Malfoy," he introduced, holding a hand out to her.
"Vivienne Moore," she lightly took his hand. And without losing any eye contact, he bent slightly to press a chaste kiss to her knuckles. Her breath hitched at the intimacy of a simple greeting. "You're a Slytherin," she blurted out.
"And you're a Gryffindor," he acknowledged without any malice. "Nice to have that out of the way."
"But, people will find it strange," she murmured.
"Some might find it a truce between our houses," he gave a cheeky smirk.
"Some might find it as betrayal," she looked away from him, pulling her hand away from him.
"You're thinking about the Golden Trio," Draco realised. "That's right, you're friends with Granger."
"They're really nice when you get to know them," she insisted.
"And it's the same with me," he added, "I'm not as cruel as they say, Vivienne."
"I didn't think that at all," she whispered shyly, still not looking into his eyes. They went silent for a few more seconds.
"You looked very beautiful at the Yule Ball," Draco broke the silence. "Took my breath away, really."
"You looked very handsome that night," she quipped back, a blush coating her cheeks. If you looked closely enough, you could see Draco was starting to get a pink tainting his pale cheeks as well. "What are we doing?"
"Getting to know each other," he shrugged innocently. "Maybe even fall in love." Why was he acting like this? He never acted sappy and romantic for someone. What was she doing to him?
"It's forbidden," she shook her head.
"Unless we're not caught," he could see he was going to lose her soon from her worries; he was not going to let fear get in the way of their potential love. "Come on, we don't have to tell anyone," he insisted, "It's just between us two. You're telling me you didn't feel the connection that night? That this was all a big hoax?"
"No!" she said automatically. "It was not a hoax, I felt it too." Draco gave a sigh of relief. So he wasn't the only one that felt it. "Alright," she caved in, "But no one can know."
"No one," Draco agreed, a genuine smile crossing his face.
After that day, every evening before curfew the two would meet up in the Room of Requirement - something Vivienne showed him as top secret. There, they got to know one another without any distractions or worries and where they began to fall more in love with each other.
It lasted until Fifth Year.
When Dumbledore's Army was created.
Like a loyal Gryffindor, Vivienne attended the lessons - thus, having less quality time with Draco. The more she kept postponing their meetups, the more suspicious Draco got. It wouldn't be a surprise if she was part of the secret army, he thought to himself one day.
But strangely, it still surprised him.
When they knocked down the wall to the Room of Requirement, Draco saw Vivienne near the front, standing in front of a little girl protectively. When they connected eyes across the room, Vivienne could see the hurt and worried look in his eyes, and he could see the look of guilt in hers. And Umbridge saw their small interaction.
"Ah, I see," her high pitched voice drawled out in the tense room. "You didn't expect to see your secret lover here."
"Secret lover?" Vivienne's eyes went from guilt to betrayal. "You told her?"
"You and Malfoy?" Ron Weasley exclaimed in disbelief. "You're pulling the leg, aren't ya?"
"I'm sorry," Draco murmured. "I thought you were in trouble or something -"
"Well, you thought wrong," Vivienne blinked away her tears. After the small interaction, Umbridge's small army went into action. They grabbed as many Dumbledore's Army people as possible, even Vivienne - though she didn't put up much of a fight. What was worse, none of her friends looked in her direction, thinking that Vivienne had betrayed them.
Nothing was going well.