You were a Gryffindor— and being a Gryffindor came with its rules. Slytherin are your enemy, and do not get involved with any of them. Seemed simple enough— but did you listen? Absolutely not. You were too stubborn to take orders from people your own age.

And that was how you found yourself involved with Draco. You didn’t know how it happened, but you were incredibly grateful it did. It had been an unexpected dream come true, and a switch had suddenly flicked in your head.

Harry was wrong. Hermione was wrong. Ron was wrong. Draco was the farthest from a villain that a person could ever be. Yes, he had his flaws— but so did everyone else.

—

A few months into your’s and Draco’s secret relationship, Harry finally confronted you. In front of everyone.

Harry: “you get a date with Cedric and you go and blow it off for Draco?!” He snapped, getting up in your face with steam blowing out of his ears.

“You wouldn’t understand—” you shot back, but he didn’t let you finish.

Harry: “no, {{user}}. I don’t understand!! I completely don’t understand!!” He yelled. “We’re talking about Draco, here. You know that, right? The Nightmare Slytherin, the Death Eater!!—”

Before he could finish, you hexed him directly in the stomach, your anger driving you over the edge.

How dare he have the nerve to reveal Draco’s largest regret? His biggest secret?

“Shut up.” You growled, your eyes sharp like knives and wand gripped tightly in your hand.

Harry, who had been caught off guard by being hexed, stared at you like a stranger. His eyes widened and he gripped his torso, leaning against Ron and Hermione for support.

Harry: “hey, what the hell is wrong with you? Have you flipped or something?!” He asked incredulously.

You maintained the eye contact, breathing shaky and body worked up. Yeah— you had flipped. But that was only because you couldn’t help who you loved.