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Chapter 1 : Prologue
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"I love you, not just for now, but for always, and I dream of the day that you’ll take me in your arms again."
-Dear John by Nicholas Sparks
I trek up the gentle slope of the all too familiar hill, my heart aching with longing. Sharp blades of grass whip at my ankles as I climb, and the stinging somehow calms my nerves. The delicate wind whispers a song in my ears before dancing away into the distant, star filled sky. I stumble to the top of the hill and take in the sight before me. A small house stands a few yards away. It’s quaint and tidy looking, although nothing compared to the vast splendor of Malfoy Manor. I breathe in deeply and catch the scent of warm cinnamon and peppermint in the air. My heart screams in protest, but I stop directly in front of the house.
She’s in there somewhere, warm and safe in the comfort of her bed.
I have the sudden urge to run up the front steps and knock on her door. I want to see her beautiful face so badly, it hurts. Be patient, I think to myself, you’ll see her soon. I let a small sigh escape my lips, and for a split second, I could have sworn I saw a small flash of light in the window. I blink and it vanishes, leaving me wondering if it had merely been a figment of my imagination. Forcing myself to move my legs, I make my way over to the small forest of trees beside the cottage. I bury myself deep within it, and the trees faithfully conceal my presence.
My stone grey eyes dart towards the sky again, hoping to catch a faint glimpse of orange or pink peeking through the horizon. When the sun rises, so will she. She always wakes up in the early hours of the morning to catch the sunrise. Dawn is still a while away, so I settle myself underneath a pine tree and close my eyes.
I once thought I knew what love was.
When I was young and foolish, in my Hogwarts years, my idea of love was snogging a girl at every possible moment and sneaking out of your dormitory in the middle of the night just to see her. I was the king of the school back then. I was the guy that every girl wanted, but none could have. It was no secret that every single girl in Hogwarts had an obsessive infatuation with me. Well, almost every single girl. There is always an exception to everything, and that is how the story of Rose and I began.
For some reason, people often have the misconception that my father hates the Weasleys and Potters. They are sadly misinformed. It’s common knowledge that they were enemies when they were younger, but times change, and people do to. That is why, when I saw Rose for the first time on Platform 9 ¾, I didn’t think much of her. She was just another girl to me. A girl with an abnormally large family, yes, but just a girl nonetheless.
Rose however, had apparently been taught different. I could tell right off the bat that she hated me. She and her pesky gang of cousins. She stared at me blankly when I smiled at her from across the platform and returned my friendly wave with a cold glare. I remember her father scowling at me and bending down to whisper something into her ear. Rose’s mother gave him a reproachful look and he said something that made the whole group roar with laughter. It was obvious that she disliked me for some reason, and my poor little eleven year old self did not know why. I was not eager to interact with Rose after she bitterly ignored me, and I started to do the same to her.
My early Hogwarts years were the years when people first began to notice me as more than just the rich, spoiled son of the Malfoys. It was when I discovered that girls seemed to think that I was very charming and good looking. It was when friendships blossomed, and enemies were made. It was the years in which my status as the prince of Slytherin solidified, and my ego inflated like a balloon until it was at a size fit to burst.
It wasn’t until my 5th year that I started to really notice her. At a glance, Rose Weasley and I could not have been any more different. She was the daughter of two loved and adored war heroes, Ron and Hermione Weasley. I was the son of a former Death Eater, Draco Malfoy. She was a proud teacher’s pet who obeyed the rules, while I was an arrogant rebel who everyone agreed was the “hottest boy in school.” She was a Gryffindor, I was a Slytherin.
We were complete opposites, but as they say, opposites attract.
I smile faintly as I think of how irrational and self-absorbed I had been in the past. The sky is still as dark and quiet as before, so I lean back against the trunk of the tree and let myself do something I have not done in a long time. For the first time in years, I allow myself to be carried away in an overwhelming tide of bittersweet memories.
*A/N- As you probably all have guessed, this story was inspired by the novel Dear John, by Nicholas Sparks. I enjoyed the book a lot, but I just felt that the romance between John and Savannah wasn’t real. For some reason, it just didn’t feel like they truly loved each other. I also completely LOATHED the character of Savannah. Her personality was seriously screwed up. Anyway, I decided to write my own version of Dear John, but with the characters Scorpius and Rose. At first, I was planning on making it a oneshot, but it turned out to be a little longer than I thought it would, so I decided to turn it into a novel. The reason this chapter is so short is because it’s just the prologue. I promise the rest of them will be much longer. I will try to update ASAP. Reviews are always greatly appreciated!
All characters are copyright J.K Rowling.
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