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Chapter One: I Found You

Draco is miserable. Boarding the Hogwarts Express is an absolute hell. Aside from the barely concealed whispers about my family and father, who is currently in Azkaban, he passes by so many happy couples. And knows for a fact that most of the 'happy couples' that he just passed are pairs of soulmates. Draco knows that he too has a soulmate but, unless his soulmate is pureblood, female, and of influential stature in the Ministry, they will be irrelevant to him. No matter where his father is- whether he's at the Manner or in Azkaban- he will always influence and control my life. It is as if he even gave a damn about what his heir and only child wants, when he could care more about himself and that damn image he presents to the public.

But, regardless of what he wants, he still longs to know who his soulmate is. Finally reaching my usual compartment, he stretches his left arm out to the handle to open the door. As he pushes the door open, the sleeve of his shirt falls down, revealing his soulmark- a black outline of a dragon tooth of which I know belongs to a Hungarian Horntail- on my forearm. Hastily pulling the sleeve down, Draco bolts through the door and into the compartment- which is surprisingly empty- and take a seat closest to the window.

Time passes slowly and yet, no one- not one fifth year Slytherin- has entered the compartment . Even though I've been given lessons on proper pureblood ediquite and the do's and don'ts- "Always be more than ten minutes early to events" ,"Sit up straighter, Draco", "Don't slouch, Draco", " Stand up taller, Draco", "Stop fiddling, Draco", "Don't eat with your elbows on the table, Draco"-it is incredibly boring sitting alone. He looks down at his concealed left forearm and unconsciously rolls up the sleeve. Pale skin, a stark contrast to the jet black mark on my arm. Bringing a finger to the mark, he trace the outline remembering something he'd read when He was younger that was about soulmates.

There are two signs that two individuals are soulmates. One is known as a soulmark. Soulmarks are placed on the skin of the two soulmates and are the same image but are usually placed in different areas of the body. This is a way for soulmates to find each other.

The second sign is the color of the cornea of the eyes of each individual in the pairing to change. The only time the color of the cornea will change is after each individual has accepted there soulmate as the other half to themself. Once they have accepted each other, they will each have two different eye colors- one from another- so that one eye will be the individual's birth eye color and the other will be their soulmate's birth eye color.

Draco is cast out of his thoughts when he compartment door slams open. A bedraggled Pansy and Blaise stumble through the door emerge with swollen lips, unaware of Draco's presence in the compartment. When they catch sight of him, two sets of violet purple and obsidian eyes widen. The two immediately try to compose themselves. As they do so, Draco rolls down his sleeve. The now less bedraggled Pansy and Blaise glide over to the open seats in front of him.

They don't speak. Just all relatively formal mannerisms at play. It isn't until the train starts moving ten minutes later when Pansy speaks.

"How was your summer, Draco?" It takes much effort to prevent a scoff from escaping his lips but not enough to stop his eyes from rolling.

"What do you think? My father is in Azkaban, for Merlin's sake! My mother and I have been watched by not only the Aurors, but the Daily Profit and other journalists! So you tell me!" She just nods her her head, unable to say anything else. She doesn't speak for a few long moments, trying to find something to converse about. She looks to her soulmate for support. Their eyes meet and seem to have a silent conversation. Their 'conversation' goes on for quite a long time so, Draco clears his throat, albeit loudly, and raises one of his perfectly manicured eyebrows at the two. Blaise turns his head to meet his gaze.

Shifting uncomfortably, he says,

"I went to Venice with mother. We visited our property for a little while..." Blaise continues to ramble on and on about his summer. An awkward, pregnant silence fills the compartment when he finishes recounting events. Draco is grateful when the familiar voice of the Trolley Witch is heard through the compartment door.

Checking his pockets for his minimized trunk, he stands up with a aching joints. Walking slowly to the door, he pushes the door open, the damned left sleeve of his shirt refusing to obey his will, as it slides down the length of his arm. He steps out of the compartment and walks the distance to the cart.

The sweet aroma of the treats greats his senses. Looking at the cart, Draco grabs two chocolate frogs and a bag of Pepper Imps. He hands them to the Trolley Which.

"Eleven sickles and seven knuts, please". Draco hands the old witch the money and walks back to the compartment door. Peaking through the window, he can see that Pansy and Blaise are kissing again. No longer wishing to stay there, Draco resorts to wandering the train. 'It used to be different. It was never this awkward with Pansy or Blaise before. Merlin knows that I might run into someone. Perhaps Theo Nott or Crabbe and Goyle.' He thought. 'Maybe even...no impossible. Well, unlikely, but I could run into them.' With that thought in mind, he walked with light footsteps around the train doing his best not to be noticed. After wandering down the aisle for quite some time, he came across three very distinct figures- one with frizzy, brown hair, one with obnoxious ,ginger hair hair and gangly figure, and last, one with the all to familiar messy raven hair and bespectacled emerald green eyes. They're huddled in a semi-circle, murmuring in low voices. Putting my head down, Draco walks past them and manages to pick up a few words. They don't acknowledge his presence so he walks past them as quietly and swiftly as possible. Draco replays what he had just heard though his head as he walks to the very back of the train.

"...you found each other..."

"It doesn't just happen..."

"I doubt I even have one..."

"...Harry..."

"Look, mate..."

" But I do mean it..."

'What do they mean? What are they talking about?' Draco thinks to himself as he settles himself into a seat. Usually, he'd follow them but now, he is in no hurry to. As much as it interests him, he has no wish to create a scene. Especially, since his father is in Azkaban. He does not need to drag the Malfoy name further into the dirt because of a petty rivalry.

Before he can get lost in thought again, Draco slides his wand into his hand and summons his robes out of his trunk. He walks to the closest restroom to change into his robes. Only, when he opens the door, his sleeve, yet again, slides down. Before he knows it, he is face to face with his rival of five years.

Harry Potter is also changing in the restroom. But, as he hurriedly throws on his pressed- white button-down shirt, Draco notices something. A black soulmark tattoo, in the exact same shape as his own, over his right rib cage. In a daze, he stares at where the mark once was, even as the shirt covers it. It isn't until, Potter glares, brushes past him, and walks through the door when Draco is shaken out of his stupor.

At first, all Draco wants to do is shout 'I found my soulmate!' at the top of his lungs and chase after Harry Potter. Then, reality comes crashing down, taking all signs of his euphoria with it. Harry Potter, is his soulmate. The boy he ridiculed for years, the person who put his father in Azkaban, the one who stands for everything Draco and his family doesn't is his soulmate. And Draco cannot have him because he isn't one of things on his list. But, Draco has found his soulmate...but it can't be him. It just can't be.