Just a silly little story. Draco's POV.
I don't know how it happened, or why it happened. I only know that it did happen.
We fell in love. I know it sounds like corny bullshit, but its true.
Slytherin and Gryffindor, two impossible matches. But it worked.
Even now, I don't have the faintest clue how.
It was an accident in the first place, that retched mistletoe.
Dumbledore put it up in the front of the Great Hall.
We were fighting, that was pretty obvious.
Insults were flying, our wands whipped out and aimed at the ready.
Then I went too far. I insulted her again, taking the mudblood course.
But it set her over the edge, and she turned to run away.
Then the mistletoe took over, and she couldn't leave.
Then I did something out of the ordinary. I apologized.
I wasn't such a sadistic bastard that I liked seeing her cry.
I didn't want to turn out like my father!
We kissed, and I would be lying if I said nothing happened.
It was as if our polarity was reverse, and we began attracted instead of repulsed.
Yeah, remember what I said about corny bullshit? Our lives are full of it.
But, shes grown on me. Well, more than that.
I love her, and she loves me.
I don't know what would've happened if we didn't have that mistletoe.
She probably would've married the weasel.
Dumbledore's a right 'ol git, but I've gotta hand it to him.
He put us together, and I couldn't imagine my life without her.
Silly story, I told 'ya so!
Go on, flame me. I dare you.