A Forever Love

We all confess our undying love for some person at some time in our lives, whether it's to your life partner or a boy/girlfriend that you think you're meant to be with. If only things were that simple, maybe we'd all be happy. What happens to the people who have their one true love taken away? Will they ever get another chance at love? And how would they act around those who took their love away, intentionally or not?

Not all these questions can be answered, because everybody is different. We try to rationalize something as complicated as love constantly but we don't realize... love is not rational. This is the story of an undying, forever love. Romance, drama, suspense, tragedy and even action is contained in this story. This is more than just that. Try to answer those questions from before in a short, right-to-the-point type answer. Trying to answer them, even in a long worded answer, is difficult because there is no definite answer. Our emotions are changing all the time. This story contains all these questions, though few answers.

Not many people know the truth. Only I have the whole story. Only I can tell you what really happened that day. I was there. I was there and I saw it all along with one other. She saw it too, and I believe she still hasn't forgiven me. I could've stopped it. I could have done something... anything! But no, I froze and watched as he slipped away. He slipped into darkness... he was gone. In one instant he was gone from this mortal life. I will never forgive myself for what I did... more for what I didn't do. For eight years I've held it all inside. Somehow, however, it's all coming back. All at once it seems to be unraveling and finally, I can tell my story... his story... our story.

Chapter One: Blue Haze
In order for you to really understand what happened, I have to take you back a few years. I suppose it started in my first year of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Perhaps you already know the story of the 'boy who lived', so I won't waste time explaining that. Yes, I too, was a witch. I had seen him for the first time at school...

"Harry Potter!" Professor McGonagall had called Harry to sit under that dreadful sorting hat. It was dirty and dusty. It looked as if it had been used for the same purpose decades before. I wasn't watching the famous Harry Potter, however. I felt my knees growing weak as I stood on my toes to see over the horde of new students in the Great Hall, like myself. I tried to stay up, but I had stumbled backwards.

"Oh! I'm sorry," I said as I clumsily thrashed into a brunette standing behind me.

"It's alright. Hey, are you okay?" she asked with a kind smile plastered on her face.

"Oh, yeah. Are you? I'm really sorry, its just." I stopped myself. "I'm Krystal, by the way. Krystal Montague," I said, sticking out my hand in hopes of quickly changing the subject.

"Roxeanne Keinath," she said, keeping her cheery smile on. She was quite polite, not to mention beautiful. She had short, dark, curly brown hair and was about 5"2' in height. She had brilliant bluish eyes and a few freckles scattered on her face. She was the perfect weight as well. She was wearing dark makeup that only brought out her wonderful features. I wouldn't have been surprised if she had more than one boy trying to get a date with her at the time. "I'm hoping to get into Gryffindor," she told me. "Look who else is there," she pointed towards the Gryffindor table. He was just sitting down. He had messy, dark hair and round glasses. "Isn't he gorgeous? I just have to meet him!"

I recognized the boy as Harry Potter. He was quite adorable. Realizing this, I snapped around looking for the incredible boy I had seen before. I found him in the crowd. How could I miss him? He had slicked back blonde hair and was simply gorgeous. He turned back to look at one of his friends and I caught a glimpse of his face. He had beautiful blue shimmering eyes that I just couldn't take my own off of. I sighed deeply and Roxeanne must have realized I was staring at some one.

"Who are you looking at?" she asked. My face turned bright red and I turned away, trying to hide within my own robe. "Oh, come on now! I know you were looking at somebody!" She looked around as to see who I would be looking at. "Oh, just tell me!" she begged.

I took a while before saying anything. I was thinking about the pair of eyes I had just seen. They were amazing and bright. You wouldn't have been able to miss them in a crowd of a thousand.

"Roxeanne?" I nudged her. "Who is that?" I asked, nodding towards the boy. I looked back at her and watched as her eyes widened when they fell upon him.

"Him?" she asked, almost sneering. She seemed very surprised.

I let out a sigh again. "Yes, him! Don't you see him? He's..." I couldn't get the words out fast enough and Roxeanne stopped me from saying any more.

"He's horrible!" I stared at her in disbelief. My mouth must have been open as well because when she looked at me, she chuckled and raised her hand to push my jaw up. Before either of us could say another word, Roxeanne was called up to the sorting hat. She looked at me for a moment and made a face that seemed to say: Oh, shit! It's my turn!

"Good luck!" I whispered and turned back to admire the boy. I looked around for him, but he wasn't there! I was practically jumping to see over the crowd just so I could see his wonderful eyes. If only I could see his glamorous blue eyes once again, I'd be happy. After a few minutes of bouncing around, while trying not to make a scene, I gave up. He probably noticed I was looking at him, I thought.

I turned back around to look up at Roxeanne when I saw two blue eyes. I made a loud noise, although I think it was a gasp. "You!" I breathed. I saw him tilt his head a bit and give somewhat of a smile.

"You know me, then?" he asked. I didn't know exactly what to say. I only shook my head. "Well, now you do," he smirked. "I'm Draco Malfoy... son of Lucius Malfoy. Perhaps you've heard of him," he spoke in a witty voice. His smile finally showed. Ahh, bliss. I wanted to wrap my arms around him right then and there. To my surprise, however, he held out his hand. "Well? Aren't you going to tell me your name?"

I stammered for a moment and took his hand. "K-Krystal," I whispered. I cleared my throat and spoke again. "Krystal Montague." I watched as he took my hand and raised it to his face, where he gave it a kiss. I almost died right there on the spot. I felt so foolish, standing there with a wide smile on my face as he put my hand back.

"Hope to see you in the same house as me," he finally said as he was called to the sorting hat. Before the hat even got fully down to his head, it shouted that he was in Slytherin. I looked over to Roxeanne, who had been placed in Gryffindor as she wished. She was happily giggling with a bunch of red haired boys and playfully flirting with Harry.

"Krystal Montague?" Professor McGonagall finally called me up to the hat. I stood there for a moment, looking at Draco. All I could do was smile as he winked at me. I was shaking with excitement. I slowly made my way towards the old hat. I sat down on the stool that was prepared. I deeply wanted to be placed in Slytherin so I could be with Draco. Then again, I turned to Roxeanne. She was my only friend at Hogwarts and she seemed to be easily making friends in Gryffindor. The hat was placed on my head. I heard that cold voice speaking in my ear. "Well now, lets see. You have good qualities in you, I see. Gryffindor would be well for you. But what's this? A yearn to be in Slytherin? Perhaps Slytherin... yes, you would enjoy that, wouldn't you? Maybe..." but before my mind could comprehend, the hat had already shouted, "GRYFFINDOR!"

Chapter Two: The Crew
My mind was racing. Gryffindor?, I kept asking myself, as I looked over to Draco who wouldn't stop staring. I shaped the words I'm sorry with my mouth towards him. I didn't know why I should be sorry, but it seemed the appropriate thing to say at the time. He simply nodded but quickly turned away. I looked up at the rest of the Gryffindor table. Roxeanne was there clapping with the rest. She was waving for me to go over by her. I sat there next to her. I didn't speak right away. My eyes were locked on the Slytherin table. I kept waiting for Draco to pick his head up and look at me. I only wished he would. But he never did. I knew I wouldn't see his entrancing eyes again that day. I looked down at the empty plate in front of me.

"Krystal, this is going to be so great!" Roxeanne finally spoke. "We're going to be in the same dorms and everything!" I think she could tell that I didn't share her enthusiasm. "Look," she whispered so only I could hear. "Draco isn't all that great. But, before I go judging, talk to him. Although... I don't know of Slytherins that speak to Gryffindors..."

"Gee, doesn't that make me feel better?" I snapped at her. I didn't mean to sound so harsh but all I could think about was that I was in Gryffindor and Draco was all the way across the room in Slytherin. I knew that the students in the Gryffindor house and students from Slytherin were enemies by tradition. I knew it was going to be near impossible for Draco and I to even become friends.

Roxeanne looked around for a moment. "Harry!" She called happily. "Harry, this is Krystal. Krystal, this here is Harry Potter. That's Ron Weasley and his brothers: Percy, Fred and George," she told me, pointing to each of them. It wasn't hard to tell that they were brothers. They all had the same head of red hair. Besides that, Fred and George were identical twins. "Next to Ron is Neville Longbottom and next to him is Seamus Finnaginn. Oh, right, and this is Dean," she said, speaking of the boy who had just sat down next to me. I smiled happily and shook hands with all of them. I desperately tried to get the thought of Draco out of my mind; so instead, I tried memorizing everyone's names. Harry and Ron... that's easy enough. Percy, George, Fred. Oh wait, was it Fred and that's George?

"Well then, I suppose we'll all be in the same classes then... as far as us first years go," I spoke up, trying to make conversation. An uproar of voices speaking of all different topics erupted and I felt very comfortable. I knew I'd enjoy being in Gryffindor even if Draco wasn't there with me.

All I knew so far, besides their name, was that they were extremely friendly. I knew I made some friends right away. They all seemed so nice. Before long, I could tell who was whom just by the way they acted.

Percy was the smart one, always obeying the rules and doing the right thing. This could be a bad trait at times, however. You could never get away with anything while Percy was around. I still couldn't tell the difference between Fred and George but I knew them from the others. Aside from the fact that they were identical twins, they had hysterical personalities. They were always playing jokes and pranks and they were so funny. I suppose at times, they didn't know when to stop, though.

Harry was already well known for that legendary scar on his forehead. He seemed to be the only one who didn't understand the significance of this, though. Besides that, Harry was really a gentleman.... for an eleven-year-old, that is. Ron was always goofing off with Harry and they were never separated. Ron had a great sense of humor as well. Oh, and Neville. There is only one word you could use to describe Neville. Clumsy! It's not that the boy caused the situations he got himself into... its just that he seemed to always get himself into ridiculously humiliating situations! For instance, in our very first flying lesson, before anyone had even taken off, Neville lost control of his broom and went flying off somewhere. He ended up breaking his wrist.

Then there is Seamus. How does one describe Seamus? Well, witty and funny. He wasn't the most brilliant wizard and set fire to almost everything he had ever pointed his wand towards. For example: a cup of water, a feather, his eyebrows, and a small patch of hair in the back of his head! And lastly was Dean Thomas. He and I weren't the closest of friends but he seemed nice enough. We'd talk every now and then while eating meals or as we passed in the corridors. Other than that, though, we never really saw each other. The only thing I knew was of his obsession with soccer - some sort of Muggle sport.

Finally, Roxeanne, who I've already told you about. She and I were complete opposites but I guess that just proves even more that opposites attract because we became best friends immediately.

Chapter Three: Destruction of Love

That was the very first day I saw Draco, but I prayed it wouldn't be the last. Weeks turned to months until one day I finally approached Draco after a potions class one day.

"Draco?" I asked, unsure of what I would say to him. He paused for a minute and turned around to face me. "Have you... have you been avoiding me?" There. I finally said it. "Before I was sorted into Gryffindor, I thought we could be... friends," He just looked at me for a minute.

We stood there until we both realized we were going to be late for our next class. "Listen Krystal," Draco began. "I do want to be your friend. But... you're in Gryffindor. It would be really hard to even try and besides... you're friends with... Potter," he told me with a disgusted look on his face. I shook my head as if to ignore the fact that he was insulting Harry.

"Draco! Give me a break! Just because of my friends and the house I was placed in, you'd rather not be friends with me at all? Look at me and tell me that's true." He looked up at me. He really was gorgeous. I knew it then. I know it now. I'll always know it. But somewhere... sometime... I forgot.

"Okay Krystal... let's try," Draco finally said, smiling. I was beaming with joy.

Draco was merely a crush. And, after a few months, I got over him. I no longer liked him as anything other than a friend. Oh, I knew he was gorgeous and I knew that he could have any girl he wanted. To my surprise, for four years, he didn't have one. It was only months into my fifth year when my feelings for Draco arose yet again. It just so happens that Harry and I had been dating for three months already. Harry had asked me to date him after the sorting ceremony in our fifth year. We watched all the first years get sorted and afterwards, we snuck up to the common room before any one else. We were all alone and he told me that he knew he wanted to be more than friends with me. Then he asked me. I, of course, said yes. I don't think anyone in her right mind who knew Harry like I did would say no. Harry was an amazing boyfriend. He was always so kind and loyal. He was very honest, as well. He'd tell me the simplest of things but coming from him, those things would seem incredibly romantic. I knew there would be nothing better. I knew how much I liked Harry and I felt that Harry thought the same of me. I'm not sure if I had loved him at that point, so early in our relationship. I think I first realized I loved him when I thought I had lost him.

As I said though, those romantic feelings for Draco were coming back, slowly... but I felt the change. At first it was nothing. I just had realized how attractive he was, which everyone knew about him anyway. He and I had been friends for too long for me to think anything of it. One night, however, I had a dream. I dreamed that Draco and I were dating and it turned Harry jealous. In the end, somebody died. I didn't find out who. I only knew that it was one of them. I awoke screaming in a cold sweat. Hermione, a wonderful friend since my third year, and Roxeanne, who I had become best friends with immediately, came over to my bed when they heard me scream. I told them all about it. Roxeanne found it funny that I was dreaming of Draco while Hermione, who was much more worried at the thought, warned me about the dream.

"Next time, tell me immediately. Dreams can mean things you know!" Hermione said nervously. Hermione had brown curly hair with natural blonde highlights. She was, well, somewhat of a nerd. Then again, we were all friends with Harry, which made us pretty popular. Hermione was the bookworm of our group. She was rather pretty but could be stuck up at times. She thought she was right all the time and if you argued with her about it, it would take a long time before she'd ever admit that she was wrong.

"Oh lighten up Hermione!" Roxeanne said, rolling her eyes. I knew that Roxeanne wasn't exactly best friends with Hermione. Once they got into a fight because, even though Hermione was just told of how much Roxeanne liked Harry, Hermione went and hooked up with him one summer. Now that I was dating Harry, Roxeanne tried to convince us that she didn't like him anymore... we knew better. "You'll frighten her over a dream! Don't be ridiculous! Dreams may mean something but neither Harry nor Draco are going to die! Understand?" Roxeanne almost shouted, her eyes flashing from Hermione to me. I deeply wanted to believe her but something told me there was worse to come.

"Alright, if you say so Roxeanne..." Hermione was unsure though. I could tell. I couldn't fall back to sleep after that. I just kept thinking about Draco and Harry from my dream. The main reason I couldn't sleep, however, was because I didn't know who died. I needed to know! What if Harry died? I'd be crushed! And Draco! Oh, Lord, I didn't want to even think about it. Unbelievable amounts of pain seemed to be drawn towards me at that point. I cried myself to sleep that night - not because I was upset or scared - but because I was confused. I was very confused about what I was feeling at that time.

After some time, everything went back to normal. I got over my dream, convincing myself that death would not come to either of them... not so early in their lives. And everything was wonderful again...

"Draco!" I laughed. He grabbed me from behind. I knew it was him. Of course it was him. He does the same thing every day. I couldn't help but laugh out as he wrapped his arms around my stomach. "Hey!" I shouted. "You know I'm ticklish!" I told him as I turned to face him. "I have to go to class... YOU DO TOO!"

"What? No goodbye kiss?" he joked.

Without realizing exactly what I was doing, I turned back, ran over to him and gave him a small peck on the lips. I backed away and paused for a moment as I watched as Draco's eyes widened. My own eyes widened as I realized that I had never done that before. I have never done more than hug Draco in our five years of friendship. I cleared my throat quickly. "See you later, Draco." I watched as he gave me a nod and I walked in a daze to my next class.

As I approached the classroom, I was so completely wrapped up in my own thoughts (trying to convince myself that a small kiss to Draco meant nothing) that I hadn't noticed Harry standing there waiting for me. "A bit distracted today?"

I jumped at the sound of his voice. "Harry!" I gasped. He stood there and showed me that smile which I had grown to love these past few months.

"Hey!" he finally said and gave me a hug. Ahh, I fell perfectly into his arms. Harry, who was now quite a few inches taller than me, leaned down and gave me a perfect little kiss. It was completely innocent, yet amazingly romantic. That's what I loved about him, I believe. How he could be so childlike and still be the most romantic person I knew. When I was around Harry, all thoughts of Draco and the innocent kiss cleared out of my mind. Only thoughts of Harry appeared in my mind then and that was all I wanted to see.

"Come on. We're going to be late for Potions and Snape will throw a fit. You know he'll do anything to take points from Gryffindor," I told him as we walked into the classroom.

"Mr. Potter! Ms. Montague! Will you be spending this class out in the hall, or can your relationship wait about an hour?" Professor Snape hissed at the two of us. I felt my face turn bright red as I hurriedly got into my seat. I looked over to Harry, whose face was white, always being intimidated by Professor Snape. I let out a small giggle but hushed myself as Snape looked at me through the corner of his eyes.

It was the end of the lesson and we were cleaning our cauldrons when Draco tucked a note under my notebook.

Dear Krys,
I don't know what happened before. I know that we've never kissed. Not even a kiss like that - I still feel weird about it. You most likely think I'm being stupid, but please, write back. I'll talk to you later.
Draco

I wrote back to Draco telling him to meet me after class. I looked at him after he read it and he simply shook his head, implying No.

I was determined to find out why Draco didn't want to meet me, so I followed him. Yes, I felt guilty at first, but looking back, it was probably one of the best decisions that I made that year. Draco finally stopped in an unfamiliar corridor in front of a girl. I didn't recognize, and didn't want to be seen, so I stayed behind one of the walls peeking over every few seconds to see what they were doing.

"Draco!" She said. She sounded almost angry. "What happened? You didn't do what I asked!"

"What do you want me to do? I'm NOT going to hurt her! She's one of my best friends and nothing you can say or do will ever change that, Bridget!"

The girl made a devious face and said in a smooth voice, "You know she doesn't feel the same way about you." I was shocked and enraged.

"You're a liar and I want nothing to do with you! Understand?" Draco screamed. I could hear how shaky his voice was at the time. I wanted nothing more than to go and comfort him... but I knew I couldn't.

"Very well... no need to shout Draco, darling. Remember - I'm just trying to protect you. I know that you feel much more for Krystal than friendship. You'll do well to remember that," and she walked away down the opposite corridor from where I was standing.

I watched Draco kneel down to pick up the books he had been carrying from before. I wanted so badly to run to him, so I did. "DRACO!" I yelled, running down the corridor. He looked up at me in shock.

"Krystal?" he asked. "Krystal! What? What are you doing down here?" he asked. I stopped running when I reached where he was and I knelt down to him.

"Draco," I began. I didn't know what to say. He just sat there staring, and I did the same. We continued on like this until I couldn't take it anymore. "Draco... who WAS that?"

"Oh," he said in a melancholy voice. "So you did see..."

"Of course I saw! I- I heard your voice and came down this way," I quickly lied, not wanting to tell him that I followed him.

"That was Bridget - or so you might've heard," he told me, without even looking up.

"I heard a lot of things... some I know aren't true Draco." I said, taking my hand and turning his face to look at me. "Others I weren't quite sure... you - well, you know what I'm talking about."

"Which do you know for a fact aren't true?" Draco asked cautiously.

"Draco! You KNOW you're my best friend, right? I... I love you, Draco," I told him. I didn't know what I was saying. I just wanted him to be comforted and... that's what came out. I- I didn't mean it. I couldn't have meant it... I was dating Harry... but still...

"I love you too, Krystal," he said, finally looking into my eyes. "But, I think I love you differently," he told me shaking his head. He knew I didn't love him as anything other than a friend. I sat there with my jaw wide open for a few minutes. What was I supposed to say? Draco loved me? He truly loved me? WHAT?

"Draco!" I said, taken aback. "I- I don't know what to say," Draco shook his head at me.

"I don't expect you to say anything. After all, you are going out with Potter," he explained.

"Draco - I may be dating Harry, but I will always care about you. You're so important to me. I will always care for you, no matter what kind of relationship we have," I tried to reassure him of that, at least.

"Oh come off it Krystal!" Draco shouted. I jumped back, surprised to see him acting this way. "If I was so bloody important to you, you wouldn't be going out with Potter but you'd be going out with me! Do you know how long I've had these feelings? Much longer than I am sure you'd expect and it's about time you know. I do love you Krystal and I always have... always. You know what? Bridget was right," and I watched him storm off, not paying attention to me calling after him.

"Draco!" I yelled as I picked myself up and started after him. "Draco please! Come back! Just listen to me!" He ran off in the opposite direction and I was left in the unfamiliar corridor... alone.