Disc.: Not mine.

They don't like each other.

It has always been this way, except for when it wasn't. He a pureblood, she a muggleborn. Slytherin. Gryffindor. Wrong. Right. Light. Dark. Many words that categorize them into strict opposites. Separated by ideologies predating their births, childhoods, lives; they chose to follow the pattern, were born into it. So they are always on the opposite side of things, except for when they aren't. Now, then. Always.

Except when they aren't.

It's the excepts she finds something like hope in.

It's the excepts he finds something like redemption in.

They don't like each other.


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