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Without permission these characters I take,
But from them no money do I make.
So Rowling, and Warner Bros, and all you fine folk:
Please don't sue me, 'cause I'm stony broke.
Stone Sunrise
I know what it was that first drew me to Draco: it was that air of cool certainty he always seemed to carry. I'd had enough of confusion, in my ignorance clinging to people in the hope that they could make everything go away, only to find that they were weaker than me.
Unlike my previous relationships, I went into this one with both eyes open. I'd experienced enough of the world to know what it really was. I knew Draco was arrogant, sometimes cruel, and often lazy, but he was stable. He'd been a strong willed, confident little boy and now he's grown into a strong willed, confident young man. He's not exactly witty, but he's intelligent and sharp enough to be interesting company, when he's not with his moron friends. Most of all, he's tactful and he understands what I want. He doesn't push things, he doesn't open mouth and insert foot, and he's practical. He doesn't have unrealistic expectations or useless dreams of heroics, and his priorities are him and me, precisely in that order. We know exactly where we stand with each other, and I like that.
When I was with Cedric, I came as close to loving someone as I ever did. He died before the glow of a new relationship had worn off, before my idealistic expectations were doused by the cold water of reality. I was devastated when he was killed.
Going out with Harry was not one of the best ideas I've ever had. Sheesh, it was a terrible idea: the guy's even more moody than me. If it's possible for wizards to suffer from PMT, he certainly does, and as for romance, his idea of an intimate date is an evening spent practising the tentacle-fingers curse on each other. Draco isn't exactly Prince Charming, but at least he can stretch to a bunch of roses now and again. Black roses, naturally. I've learned to see the dark beauty in life – and death.
That thing with Harry could never have worked out. I had too much teenage angst of my own to be able to cope with his as well; we were both far too emotionally unstable. Our relationship was like a hanged corpse swinging wildly in a gale: dead long before it was finally cut down.
And as for Roger Davis, well, the less said about that prat the better. To him I was nothing but a trophy, a piece of eye candy to wear on his arm, and he's a whining, stroppy little mister to boot.
No, he was better off dumped. Draco and I are having fun trying to fix him up with Pansy.
People say Draco and I make a striking couple, but that's not why we're together. We're together because we understand one another, because we enjoy each other's company, and because we don't believe in love.
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