A rather short fic done because I had these ideas coming to me like mad. They only come when I try to study. XD
And I think its rather angsty...or not. Well, neways.
Disclaimer : I don't own anything.
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Magic
It's funny how two very unlikely people end up meeting. Like two worlds colliding. Two people who have different views, different ideas, aspirations and dreams. Nobody ever thought that we would get along. And to be quite honest, I never thought that it'd get this far. I never dreamed, nor imagined, that what we have now would even be impossible.
Clichéd, yes and also impossible. First year you offer me your hand, I hated you with every fibber of my being that time, you were always so arrogant, so gaunt so you. Became the best of rivals after that, didn't we?
When the Sorting Hat thought I'd do good in Slytherin I just kept saying I wouldn't accept it, because it would prove me wrong and you right. It would really have a great impact – like pang! – when we share the same dorm room and become good chums. Because I chose my own way to be friends with supposed "blood-traitor", Ronald Weasley. That's the problem, right? I was friends with a lot of people but not with you.
I find it quite weird that the mystical forces draw us, to this very day, together. Very unlikely, but let me tell you, I don't regret it. Our earlier school years were fun, to say the least, taunting and jeering and sneering and always threatening to shower the other with a bombard of hexes. Some year, huh? But I can never forget that bleeding expression of yours when you got trampled on by Buckbeak the Hippogriff and was slapped by my other best friend, Hermione Granger. Serves you right, calling her a "mud-blood".
My assumptions about you when we first met never left me. I still think you're ignorant, annoying, arrogant and just plain you. But I don't want it any other way.
How we got together, how we found each other like so, how you, my most hated rival became one of the dearest beings to me? How someone I swore I would hex to oblivion became the one whom I'd end up risking my life? It's not just love behind it all. It's magic.
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If you didn't find it quite obvious, its Harry talking and the you is, of course, Draco.
This is all I can do cause of school (Damn that stupid movie thing for a project. I can't think of a decent plot! Damn.)
Oh well. :D