A/N: This was written for "Cheeky's Weekly Drabble Competition", and I must say, it's certainly one of the oddest pairings I've ever written, if not the oddest.
Disclaimer: If I were JK Rowling, I wouldn't need to write fanfiction, would I? Alas, I have not written a best-seller series, I have not changed countless millions of lives for the better, and I am not one of the richest women in the world. I have a cat, though.
Probabilities and Possibilities
It was certainly unlikely, improbable, and some might say impossible. That the cunning Slytherin could fall in love with the witty Ravenclaw, well, it was simply unheard of— never done before. But then, Marcus Flint was not one to play by the rules.
He never had been, and he never would be. Even in the seven years since the War, that was the constant in his life.
The aftermath of the War had not been kind to him. He had the opportunity to serve for the Death Eaters, but he refused. Instead he hid in a shack on his father's northernmost property like a coward. He had hoped that people would look beyond his lineage, beyond his father's cruel acts during both of the Wars, but instead he was shunned, cast out, like a villain.
Tainted by association, he was.
He heard the whispers.
No good.
Just like his father.
Evil is inherent.
And so, time had broken him, until he was a shell of the man he should have been, could have been.
Cho found him, laying in the gutter one evening, his face bloodied and bruised from a fight, picked him up, gave him his life back, and the unthinkable occurred. He had noticed it slowly, noticed how his thoughts had lingered on her for too long, noticed how his eyes would flicker to her face when he knew she wasn't looking, how he would smile too much. Smiling was strange for him. For too long he had fallen into the stereotype of his house at Hogwarts, for too long, he had been in shadow. He wasn't handsome, that he knew, and he certainly wasn't desirable, but even so, he found himself wanting to be around her, needing her presence. Somehow, in a matter of months, he had fallen, tripped, tumbled into love.
Cho Chang had stolen his heart, and he hadn't even realized it.
And then just as quickly, she had ruined him. She had walked away from his freely given love, only to walk straight down the aisle in a white dress, towards a man that wasn't him.
What a fool he had been, to think that a raven's claws would not pierce his Slytherin heart.
"It probably wouldn't have worked out anyway." That's what she had said.
She might've been right, he was willing to concede.
But what if it probably had?
A/N: I know this wasn't my best, but it was the best I could think of for SUCH a rare pairing… Review, please!