In The Looking Glass
Rated: K
Pairing: Rose Weasley/Scorpius Malfoy, Slight Dramione
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Summary: In this brief fairy tale(sort of) style one-shot I express my exasperation for typical dramione plots while looking at hermione and draco's relationship the way the last book left it. Centers around their children Rose Weasley and Scorpius Malfoy.
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IN THE LOOKING GLASS
A different kind of fairy tale.
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Once upon a time there were two children who lived in a world where magic existed. The boy's family had used magic for many years. The girl was different from the boy, her magic was new. The boy was taught to hate the girl with bushy hair and buck teeth and magic that was new. To her he was spiteful, prejudiced, and cruel. Just as his elders had trained him.
There was a war. It was a war between old magics and new magics. The boy was on one side, the girl on the other. The girl's side won, and the boy survived.
Time passed. The boy was now a man, the girl a woman. But it was not like some said.
She had not grown into a great beauty. Her frizzy mane of hair was still as it always had been. Such hair was never meant to be tamed into sleek curled perfection. Her features, though symmetric and therefore fundamentally pleasing, would never inspire poets or stop a man dead in his tracks. She was as she had always been, intelligent, bossy, and bookish. And he was as he had always been as well. There was no epiphany, no transformation into a pure hearted paradigm of good for the man. He still believed he deserved his old magic and that the women should not have her new magic.
This man and this woman fell in love and married and had children. Not to each other. Not with each other. Not as you might have been led to believe.
They met again years later.
Not as you might have heard. He did not show up, handsome knight in shinning armor, to rescue her from some horrible peril. She did not, with great beauty and grace, change his mind about her worthiness to wield her new magic. It was not even a proper meeting, really. They merely caught a glimpse of one another from across the way in front of a boarding train. The station, Kings Cross, 9 and ¾. She was saying goodbye to her daughter, a girl with her mothers intelligence and her fathers temper. He was seeing his only son off, a child with his fathers coloring and one day his height as well. As their eyes met the women remembered nervous excitement and wide-eyed wonder of crooked wooden wands and horseless carriages and a castle at the end waiting. The man thought...no...wished for new beginnings.
And that was it. There was no love at first, or more correctly again, sight. There was no hurried, heated, meet in secret, torrid affair. Both were content with their lives and their spouses. Even perhaps, at times, happy. Life continued on as it had before.
More years passed. Time etched its mark in lines on their faces and hints of gray in their hair.
It was at a marriage of their children, the girl and boy from the station, where they met once again. Her daughter, now a woman, joined hands with his son, now a man.
Seeing each of their children standing side by side was like looking into a looking glass through time. For a moment it was themselves who stood across from each other and took each others hands and gave each other circles of gold. She thought of how different things might have been if her magic was old instead of new. And for a moment he could imagine a life where neither of them had any magic, a world where they were just a boy and a girl.
Their eyes met across the aisle. No words were ever spoken and yet they could hear the same questions and the same answers. And in each others eyes they could see the same glimpse of two people and a life that could have been with a past without prejudice and hate and circumstance. That vision was not for them, but perhaps for their children, untainted and untarnished, such a future could exist.
So the man and the woman watched her flower kiss his scorpion.
And they all lived... one after the other.
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Pairing: Rose Weasley/Scorpius Malfoy, Slight Dramione
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Summary: In this brief fairy tale(sort of) style one-shot I express my exasperation for typical dramione plots while looking at hermione and draco's relationship the way the last book left it. Centers around their children Rose Weasley and Scorpius Malfoy.
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IN THE LOOKING GLASS
A different kind of fairy tale.
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-
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Once upon a time there were two children who lived in a world where magic existed. The boy's family had used magic for many years. The girl was different from the boy, her magic was new. The boy was taught to hate the girl with bushy hair and buck teeth and magic that was new. To her he was spiteful, prejudiced, and cruel. Just as his elders had trained him.
There was a war. It was a war between old magics and new magics. The boy was on one side, the girl on the other. The girl's side won, and the boy survived.
Time passed. The boy was now a man, the girl a woman. But it was not like some said.
She had not grown into a great beauty. Her frizzy mane of hair was still as it always had been. Such hair was never meant to be tamed into sleek curled perfection. Her features, though symmetric and therefore fundamentally pleasing, would never inspire poets or stop a man dead in his tracks. She was as she had always been, intelligent, bossy, and bookish. And he was as he had always been as well. There was no epiphany, no transformation into a pure hearted paradigm of good for the man. He still believed he deserved his old magic and that the women should not have her new magic.
This man and this woman fell in love and married and had children. Not to each other. Not with each other. Not as you might have been led to believe.
They met again years later.
Not as you might have heard. He did not show up, handsome knight in shinning armor, to rescue her from some horrible peril. She did not, with great beauty and grace, change his mind about her worthiness to wield her new magic. It was not even a proper meeting, really. They merely caught a glimpse of one another from across the way in front of a boarding train. The station, Kings Cross, 9 and ¾. She was saying goodbye to her daughter, a girl with her mothers intelligence and her fathers temper. He was seeing his only son off, a child with his fathers coloring and one day his height as well. As their eyes met the women remembered nervous excitement and wide-eyed wonder of crooked wooden wands and horseless carriages and a castle at the end waiting. The man thought...no...wished for new beginnings.
And that was it. There was no love at first, or more correctly again, sight. There was no hurried, heated, meet in secret, torrid affair. Both were content with their lives and their spouses. Even perhaps, at times, happy. Life continued on as it had before.
More years passed. Time etched its mark in lines on their faces and hints of gray in their hair.
It was at a marriage of their children, the girl and boy from the station, where they met once again. Her daughter, now a woman, joined hands with his son, now a man.
Seeing each of their children standing side by side was like looking into a looking glass through time. For a moment it was themselves who stood across from each other and took each others hands and gave each other circles of gold. She thought of how different things might have been if her magic was old instead of new. And for a moment he could imagine a life where neither of them had any magic, a world where they were just a boy and a girl.
Their eyes met across the aisle. No words were ever spoken and yet they could hear the same questions and the same answers. And in each others eyes they could see the same glimpse of two people and a life that could have been with a past without prejudice and hate and circumstance. That vision was not for them, but perhaps for their children, untainted and untarnished, such a future could exist.
So the man and the woman watched her flower kiss his scorpion.
And they all lived... one after the other.
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