Who they were.
What they were.
All of it was against what had always been expected of them.
He was Harry Potter, savior of the wizarding world.
He was Draco Malfoy, son of a top deatheater.
They should have hated each other.
They should have wanted to kill each other.
They shouldn't have met one night and become friends.
They shouldn't have been attracted to each other.
They shouldn't have kissed the first time in the astronomy tower.
They shouldn't have whispered sweet nothings into each others ears.
They shouldn't have clung onto each other as they kissed trying to not think this was the last time.
They shouldn't have made love in the room of requirements while their friends thought they were in detention.
They should have used each other for their own purposes.
They should have betrayed each other at the first chance.
They shouldn't have felt this way.
They shouldn't have been in love.
Their only touches should have been blows, not caresses.
Their only word should have been insults, not endearments.
It was doomed from the start.
They knew it.
But they couldn't stop it from happening.
He should have been a symbol.
He should have been a friend to all and close to none.
It was against everything that he should have a real love.
But what was a tragedy without the hero leaving his damsel behind?
Everyone expected him to love her.
To leave her behind with strength in his step and tears in his eye.
He would die and leave his grieving love behind.
No one expected him to really fall in love.
To have a real reason to come back alive.
No one expected him to come and love his most hated enemy.
He should have been like his father.
He should have been cold and indifferent.
It was against everything he was taught to feel something as weak as love.
But what was a war without loves on opposite sides?
Everyone expected him to serve the dark lord.
To stand at his side as his second in command.
He would die serving his master and no one would miss him.
No one expected him to fall in love.
To have a reason to betray his name, family, and house.
No on expected him to come and love his most hated enemy.
Whoever decided their fates didn't count on their meeting.
Their connection.
Their love.
Or maybe they did.
If only to make it more tragic.