Disclaimer: All of these characters belong to JK Rowling, along with Hogwarts and any other things that may come up. She's a genius who created a magical world I couldn't resist playing with.
Rating: T for next chapter, and it's explained there. Don't worry.
AN: Oh yes, and by the way, in case you didn't read the summary, although you probably won't realize in this intro, you're probably going to encounter some pronouns sooner of later that confuse you. This is a SLASH! If you dislike this type of writing, or you're afraid it will come eat you while you are sleeping or whatever, please stop reading. I will not resent you for your own personal beliefs, although I will if you rant about them all over my reviews page. Then again, I wasn't sure if slash was going to be my thing when I first started reading fanfiction- but I've found some really amazing writers through reading it- why not try it out? You might be pleasantly surprised.
I also have another story called "The Curse"- DracoxOC (nonslash) so you can always check that one out!
Well, better get started on this story then…
Everyone always thinks that their story is the most special, and I suppose, to some extent, this is true- for there is certainly no other story of which they can recall the details so intimately or so eloquently clarify that true rush of ecstasy when a person realizes that they have found that one true companion of their soul- the one person that was made to complete them.
These stories are special, in their own way- each with its own beginning middle and end, each with its own obstacle or struggle to overcome, and each with its own final redemption of some sort- whether it be that so strived for happy ending, or whether the pain of separation is quelled by that one true escape- death.
These are the stories of everyday people- the tales that tug at our heartstrings- that unite us under the promise that no matter who we are, or where we came from, or what we have done, the one thing that is promised to all humankind is that one day we will find the greatest happiness that can ever be attained in life.
That is a promise that we, as people, acknowledge and dedicate our lives to fulfilling. It is something we grow to expect, and to take for granted- despite the fact that it is the greatest sensation we will possibly ever experience.
Perhaps it is that sense that love is the one thing that does not discriminate- we are all eligible for it, we will all experience it, we will all learn from it and therefore we place emphasis on it, we idolize and glorify it. It is the single greatest happiness we will all experience.
Personally, I have always fascinated myself with ideas of love. Love of course is seen as the ultimate- the paragon of existence, yet we hear the term used so loosely. We all have love, we all want love- there comes a point when we begin to ask ourselves- why is it so special if we can all experience it? For true romance and born romantics seem such a rarity these days and people 'fall in love' in the strangest ways. Where is the legendary love of Paris and Helen of Troy that launched one thousand ships? Where is the love of Patrokles and Achilles that cries out for vengeance against injustice? Where is the love of Romeo and Juliet- a love of purity that opposed all, and forfeited the very sanctity of life itself in order to continue its existence?
Is love really so powerful anymore? Does it really drive people to the ends of the earth for each other? Or is it now just a convenient term that substitutes for fondness whose mere use has the power to demand security and commitment?
How much I would love to beat down my own musings with some well thought out logic or inarguable proof, however the more I see of the world, the more I refuse to be satisfied with it. Suddenly all of these stories matter- stories which, thousands of years ago, were known as no more than the talk of soldiers and peasants. They were given their proper weight- as nothing more than misguided ideals combined with a desire for a purposeful or meaningful life. But those stories of noble love, or strong, everlasting love that would oppose all obstacles and barriers- they are the stories that should be told, that should be known all throughout the earth. But perhaps I go ahead of myself. This is a story yet to be told.
It would seem then, that to tell my own story would be the epitome of hypocrisy- merely another individual seeking some place in the movement of the universe- desperately searching for a glimmer or meaning.
But I know better.
Mine is a story that is more than convenience, that is more than a societal convention- for mine, for ours is a story that was destined to happen, and I know this because we both fought so hard against it.
To write this on paper will possibly be then the only imprint I will leave on this earth, but I write it in the hope that it will allow people to realize that there is something more extraordinary to be sought than one of these conventional stories. It is the love that isn't guaranteed, it is the love that may never be found. It is, in itself the greatest risk a person may ever make, but it carries with it the possibility of by far the greatest reward that may ever be found.
My name is Draco Malfoy. This is our story.
AN: I feel like such a cynic writing this, but I hope it gives you a sense of where this story will be headed: I haven't edited this as much as I usually would any piece of writing- it's more of a thought dump style piece. Traditionally in essays, you're meant to write your introduction last, although owing to the traditional structure of writing fanfiction obviously this would prove difficult, therefore, my apologies if it's looking a little messy.
Maybe when I finish this whole fic I'll come back and tidy it up a bit.
Also, apologies about the long sentences. My teachers despair, but I'm still convinced that they are entirely necessary, otherwise the short ones will never have any weight! It's logical!
Love char