"He thought about the misunderstanding between Ron and Hermione. Then as he looked at her, he realized... "
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“Out of my way, Mr. Weasley. I must see Potter immediately.”
“I’m afraid I can’t do that, Professor.”
“This isn’t a time for games, Weasley! Potter is late for his Guerrilla Warfare Training again! It is imperative he learn before Voldemort rises to power!”
“Harry’s with Malfoid right now, Professor. I can’t let your training get in the way of them producing a bazillion heirs.”
“…what do you propose, then?”
“Leave Harry to his true calling—loving and cherishing Malfoid. Train me instead.”
“You? Weasley, I don’t know if-“
“I will never know love like they do, Professor. I am forever barred from meeting the busty tomboy version of myself. I have nothing to lose. My only goal in life is to make sure Harry and Malfoid live happily ever after.”
“…Mr. Weasley… that’s…”
“Train me, Minerva ‘Hellfire’ McGonagall. Ron ‘Chudcannon’ Weasley won’t let you down, I swear it.”
This is the sort of thing I was talking about when I discussed redeeming Malfoy (or Malfoid, in this case). If the character doesn’t go into the dark, the light at the end of the tunnel has nothing to illuminate in the first place.
The Malfoid-HP flirting is sweet. The Yule Ball is fun. The Battle at Hogwarts can be inspiring. The married/children/happy ever after is heartwarming and adorable. Everybody likes that stuff, so it’s understandable to share it. I hope to see more of it.
But Malfoid also has to fall. She has to move from lovable antagonist to detestable villainess. She can’t avoid walking away from what she wants, or else she won’t know she truly wants it in the first place.
You can’t have the sweet moments without the bitter ones to precede them, and you can’t have redemption without something that requires it in the first place.
This brought tears to my eyes.
I've wanted in so many ways to speak from the woman's perspective of the Malfoid phenomenon. This perfectly summed up what I wanted to say for the women who also yearn.
As a yearner since high-school for about 20 years, I found my Harry 🩷