Morpheus: ...and after a century of war I remember that which matters most: we are still HERE.
~Matrix Reloaded
Authors Report: Well. This is an odd fic. It's kinda jumpy but there you have it. With a super odd ending to boot. Dedicated to epiphanies 'cause you rock and you're the QUEEN of D/P and I think you know it.
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She mopes. He rolls his eyes. She whines. He yells. She doesn't eat. He throws biscuits at her. She is tired. He sleeps by her side. She tells him he's a prat. He laughs.
She laughs.
It's an odd existence. No one takes a secondary role, no one is comfortable not being the leader, no one gives up. No one's takes "no" for an answer.
He would be in love with her, but he's not. He's in love with girls like her. Girls like her that are not named Pansy Burnett Parkinson. Girls that wear those silly feathered hats and the shoes with bows on them.
She insists she's fat, and she probably is so he half-heartedly agrees with her. But he says he's never seen a fat lady that pretty and she says nothing at all, just stares into the mirror blankly.
She wonders if fat people have it as good as her. Having a friend like him and all. Blond friends with rich Father's.
And he's not really a good friend just a really old one.
She always has to give him a helping of mashed potatoes at supper because he can't reach them and so she passes him his plate and he says:
"You're like my own personal house elf" and he pats her head.
And she says, in a voice of deadly calm, "do you kiss house elves then?"
Every now and then he wonders if his life were ever Potter's--would he ever sacrifice his life for the girl? The girl being Parkinson of course--and did you ever think it'd be Granger? He figures Potter does it for the fame and figures he'd do it because she's Parkinson and he's Malfoy and there you have it. That's just the way the wind blows.
And there you have it.
He'll be married to her, of course. There's no other for Malfoy and there's no other for Parkinson. After all, who knows her best? He can't imagine her with anyone else because it drives him mad inside but he dates many other girls. Ravenclaw girls, Slytherin girls, older girls and there's no problem with that. They're prettier than her, and nicer than her but never as keen as her. And there's still no other for him.
She dated Flint off and on in her third year and goodness wasn't he slightly old for her? Malfoy grimaced and ripped off the Slytherin badge from her robe during a fight--secretly knowing she was the best Slytherin Salazar ever set his bloody eyes on--. It was the heat of the moment and it had to have been the sole most degrading thing, ever.
Hot tears stung her eyes and she yelled: "You know you've never seen anyone better."
And he hadn't.
They danced at balls and ate turkey on Christmas and they even read the Bible once. She laughed at Noah and he said how illogical it was and she said--wasn't it nice believing it anyway?--and he said 'No.'
He said: 'Put it away' and she said: 'Please, just one more verse.' So she read the one about Mary and he said Mary was a pretty name but nothing in this book was practical and she said--wasn't it nice believing it anyway?--and he said 'No.'
And they're Slytherins and they read the Bible and he doesn't believe it and she never will. And they'll be happy someday.
--And wasn't it nice believing it anyway?--
and he said 'No.'
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La Fin