A Thousand Years
It’s my birthday, y’all! (I’m just kidding. My birthday is at the end of July.) It just feels like my birthday because I’ve finished a story: A Thousand Years!
Lately, I’ve been considering the grander implications of the pairings I’ve been employing. Draco x Hermione was once my guilty pleasure. Then, Goblet of Fire happened and I just didn’t need a guilty pleasure at all. In returning to Draco x Hermione, I’ve had to really think about the implications of this couple.
I know people like to read “mudblood” as a parallel to a racial slur, but I never subscribed to that belief. You can’t tell just by looking at someone if they’re pureblood or not, and it’s a nonsensical term in the Harry Potter-verse anyway.
1) Blood can’t be dirty unless you’ve got sepsis in which case go to the hospital, please.
2) If children like Hermione got their magic from some squib in the bloodline, then it follows that they needed a lot of new DNA (of some sort) to make up for all the inbreeding.
As a side note, I hate the term squib. I think it should be more offensive than mudblood on any day.
3) Being magical is not a race or ethnicity. Even if we draw parallels to the One-Drop rule from the times of not-long-enough-ago, it would be impossible for any of the purebloods to claim they’re pure wizard unless the advent of wizardry was really only a few centuries ago or something and there were enough male and female magical to procreate without issue. Obviously, that’s not the case since Bellatrix’s parents were cousins and inbreeding is a known thing in HP’s world.
5) Muggles were never enslaved in the wizarding world. Murdered with prejudice, sure, but not enslaved. That lack of true persecution takes the racial bite out of the term immediately, for me.
I could go on about my feelings on mudblood and a lot of other issues I’ve had with the HP verse, but I’ll reserve that for an essay or a series of blog posts or something. What I mean to say is that Draco and Hermione never felt as impossible as let’s say Ronald and Hermione (’cause what do they have in common besides Harry, anyway?). Draco always read more as a stuck-up, high-born elitist, and we all know how often a rich man could fall in love with a poor woman with or without magic. Pride and Prejudice, anyone?
Enough rambling, I suppose.