Somebody Else's Nimrod

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Had a long, involved dream in which I was...married to Draco.

He was, obviously, a young adult at the time of this dream (with longish hair). It must have been post-Voldemort, and he was no longer interested in Death Eaters. However, he was still an extraordinarily difficult person to deal with, something of a mystery to me with many characteristics I felt sharply critical of. He felt much the same about me. Which makes it all the more surprising that we were genuinely fond of each other and had real sexual chemistry (though every time we tried to have sex, we got interrupted, we certainly did try!). Draco had a much larger immediately extended family than in the books, and, naturally, they didn't at all care for me--I was sporadically a Ravenclaw, but definitely not of wizard stock, and as my family was my real-life family, the essentially working-class Ts, there were serious class issues as well. The wedding was long and elaborate, as my sister was getting married at the same time, yet went astonishingly well. Afterwards, I went to live with the Malfoys. As you might imagine, this was weird and difficult, but I won the grudging respect of some of them a few days after the wedding when I saved one of my sisters-in-law (?) or cousins from some plot.

The thing is, I don't like Draco, in the books or the fic. He's not even a character I love to hate. He's the sort I would find contemptible even if he weren't evil. Yet it was a fascinating and thoroughly enjoyable dream. Odd.

Am idly considering doing the blogathon--since I'll be free for the first time in a while--but not sure whether I'd get sponsors.