An Incongruous Relationship
Chapter One
"I just don't understand why," she said in an exasperated tone, "why won't you even try?"
He smirked at her overtop his cup of coffee, he never had liked tea. "What don't you get Weasley? It's simple, our parents had quite different child-rearing tendencies which resulted in hurtling the two of us to polar opposite sides of the war."
She bit down on her lip in a nervous habit that she had developed long ago. "Don't you see what's right though," she tried yet again, "can't you tell good from evil, right from wrong? It is simple Draco, you're right in that aspect, just make the right choice."
He eyed her for a moment in contemplation, there was no way he could explain his position to her…at least not in terms where she would understand it, accept it.
They made no sense when it came to their choice to be together, this was something that they both constantly felt lurking in their minds like a predator of the night, but never spoke of.
He didn't even know how, when, or why it happened. Circumstances had led to a truce, a truce had led to trust -or as much trust a Malfoy and Weasley could have for one another- and from the trust derived…them.
They never acknowledged their relationship as anything along the lines of boyfriend/girlfriend, that would only lessen the meaning, the value. They were together, but at the same time, not really. It was an impossible relationship and each knew they would be deluded to believe it would end happily.
Star-crossed lovers in every sense of the term. Happiness was temporary no matter where you found it. They had found it now in the form of their own twisted relationship. They knew better than to force it though, there would come a time when it would be over. When he would go back to his sole existence being Malfoy and she would be Weasley. And in those names all their prejudices and differences were bold and not in the least ignorable.
For now though they had the time in between. The time that they would later think of as lost. They would sit and discuss things for hours, the war was a frequent debate subject, but so were other things…trivial things that meant nothing and everything at the same time.
What's your favorite color?
What's the most embarrassing thing you've ever done?
What's your favorite place in the whole world?
Questions of innocence with no underlying intentions nor plans for manipulation. She discovered herself through him, and he found an escape through her. Yet, there was one thing that always loomed over their conversations; the reality of their existence.
She was desperate to bring him to the Light, if she could only make him see reason…
He knew better. Light and Dark, good and evil, it was all really a matter of opinion. He cared for her in an almost emotionless way, the only way that he really could. He was harsh with his views and forced her to see realities rather than fairy tales.
"Draco?" She asked in a small pleading voice, "will you at least consider it? You aren't evil, why would you support a side that you aren't compatible with?"
He resisted the urge to sneer. "It's easy for you, isn't it Ginny? You see your ideology as the only way possible, but what if one day you woke up to find out that you were wrong? It's like a religion…the only right way is the one that you know, the one you were taught. You can't ask me to change my beliefs, you wouldn't stand for it if I asked the same of you."
She opened her mouth to retort but shut it after a moment. He was right, she would never change her beliefs simply because someone requested her to. And at that moment, she began to understand. It was a lot like religion, you had to put a lot into faith, into just knowing that you were right, rather than seeing actual evidence of it.
For a fleeting horrifying moment she wondered if she was wrong. If she was disillusioned by the tales of integrity and courage that she had been raised on. Who decided good, who defined evil?
She raised her deep brown eyes to meet his gray ones and neither said anything for a long amount of time. Nothing needed to be said. He had his views, she had hers. They wouldn't try to change each other, that would break the magic that made their relationship so unique.
Each knew that it wouldn't last, it couldn't. Too many factors were constantly attempting to drive them apart. But, for now they merely settled for looking at one another, appreciating the insanity that was holding them together. They were content in this, and that was all that really mattered.