Goodbye Forever

Disclaimer: I wish I were the author,

Obviously I am not.

So I do not own the characters,

But I only own the plot.

Chapter 1-Since the very beginning.

Hermione Granger had loved a certain someone since the very first time that she saw him. He was talking with his friends, and Hermione was staring at him, lost in her romantic thoughts. She was eleven, a mere first year, but she knew that he was the one. Whenever she heard his voice, she would immediately whip her head around and search the area for where he was. She loved him. Him and his lovely hair. Him and his marvelous eyes. Everything about him was perfect. He was the right guy for her.

Every time she was in class, she would first scan the room for any sign of him, just praying that he was there. And one time, oh, the best time, she was looking at him, and he looked at her. For one brief moment, oh, a wonderful moment, their eyes met. They shared an understanding. A magical moment. She felt it, and knew that he had feelings for her.

But, over the years, she doubted what those feelings are. Sometimes, she was angry with him, sometimes, she wanted to pounce on him. He was mean and always said bad things about her. But she still loved him. Although did he love her back?

But how could she love him? He was hated by all Gryffindors, and particularly loathed by all her friends. They have been enemies from the start, and nothing seemed to change that. Her friends would go crazy if they knew about her love. Then, she thought back to the time when he had insulted Hagrid. It had almost killed her to punch the person that she loved the most. But she knew one thing, he could never love her.

Draco Malfoy had loved a certain Gryffindor girl since the first year. He had always been enchanted by her hair, those brownish curls, and her lovely eyes. Many times he had caught her staring at him for a single second, before turning her head away. He knew that she had feelings for him.

But, over the years, they grew further and further apart, although they were never really together. In the third year, she had even punched him, and he knew that she hated him. It almost tore his heart out. Years passed, and the seventh year was now upon them. He knew that they would have to separate, but couldn't stand the thought of never seeing her pretty face ever again.

He wished with all his heart that she loved him. Every night, his dreams would be filled with her, and every day, it gave him a thrill to see her in the halls, or in the library. He wished that he could be with her. He didn't care that she was Muggle-born, that didn't matter anymore. She was the one. It had to be her. He didn't care about what the other Slytherins would say. He didn't care. She was all he ever wanted.