Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the songs used in this story.

Draco Malfoy had been having an almost perfect day. He had woken up on the right side of his bed, his boss had given him the day off, and he had managed to avoid thinking about her. By the time he got in the shower he was smiling for no reason. And then he felt it.

"Damn it Granger" he growled. He grit his teeth in an attempt to stop it but he was helpless against the music. His expression turned livid as the melody flowed through his lips without permission. "You're so vain, you probably think this song is about you". Finally the song ended. His control returned and he promptly shut his mouth, scowling irately. So that's how she wanted to play this? Game on.

*1 year ago*

"Hey Gin I found something!" Ginny Weasley (soon to be Potter) was next to her fiancé in 2 seconds, wand pulled out for potential danger. Harry held a gorgeous ruby necklace in the palm of his hand. "This was my mum's." He told her, emerald eyes locking onto hers. "I want you to have it, I think that's what she would want." Ginny felt herself at a loss for words.

"Harry…". He grinned. "I wish that everyone in the wizarding world could find their soulmate so they could feel as happy as I do right now." Both of their eyes widened comically as a fairy emerged from the locket. Now Harry Potter was not a stranger to the bizarre occurrences of the wizarding world but this would probably take the cake.

The tiny creature cleared its throat. "And so your wish should be granted. From this time henceforth all witches and wizards of the world shall sing duets with their soulmates no matter their location until they find their soulmate and sing a song together. The songs only affect bother parties if they pertain to the singers' soul mate. This wish can only be undone by the most compatible couple on earth knowingly and willingly singing in the same vicinity. This couple will each grow a single strand of gold hair as an identifier."

Then it disappeared in a puff of smoke. Harry gulped. "Uh oh".

Hermione Granger sat at her kitchen table with a pot of tea, waiting for her toast to pop when the owl arrived. It dropped the prophet and held its leg out expectantly. She gave it the required amount and opened the paper. She choked on her tea at the headline. "Head Auror Potter Issues Apology Over Unleashing Fairy Magic that Leads to Soulmates Through Song". She bit her lip, utterly perplexed. Her confusion gradually turned to anger as she understood the situation.

Just as she made it through the article she experienced a strange feeling in her throat. Her mouth opened of its own volition and she began to sing. "And of all other people and I don't know why I can't keep my eyes off of you". She regained her voice and he hand jumped to her throat. Hold on. She scanned the article again. The songs would only affect both parties if it directly applied to the other person. Which means her soulmate was singing that song about her. She shook her head. She could dwell on that more later, she had business to deal with.

She spun with a swish of her robes, disappearing on the spot. She arrived at Grimmauld place, allowing herself to sniff at the drab wallpaper before focusing on her target. "Harry Potter!" The subject of her rage, who had been calmly making tea, froze with the cup halfway to his mouth. He turned slowly to face her. "Hey Mione." He tried. "Don't you 'hey Mione' me! Did you or did you not set some love curse on the entire wizarding world?"

He turned sheepish. "I may have…" "How could you do that?! I woke up this morning and was forced to sing a song that made my so-called soulmate think of me!" Harry winced. "It was an accident, I swear! I was making some dumb comment to Ginny and it took it as a wish. And well, here we are."

Hermione sighed in resignation. "How do you get into these situations? Well I guess there's nothing we can do but wait until the most compatible couple on earth get together." A piece of her hair had fallen sometime during her tirade. As she turned to the side, the light glinted off of it. Harry froze as his eyes widened in horror. Attached to his best friend's head was a strand of what was undeniably a single strand of gold hair.

Thankfully he had kept that tiny detail out of the article, so Hermione had no idea that she was one of the only people who could stop the curse. She pushed the strand behind her ear. "I'll see you at the Burrow for Sunday dinner?" He nodded dumbly as she turned on the spot once more and disapparated.

She reappeared just outside of the Hogwarts grounds and started to make her way to the Headmistress' office. The gargoyles jumped to the side and immediately let her through. She ascended the spiral staircase and knocked on the large door at the top. "Enter." Hermione opened the door and cautiously walked in. "Hermione! Wonderful to see you." "You as well Professor", she returned warmly. The older woman rolled her eyes. "How many times must I ask you to call me Minerva?" "Sorry, old habits die hard." She grinned. "I was wondering if I could have access to the library to research this love curse. See if there's any other way to break it."

"Of course. If you don't mind me asking, why are you checking here?" "Because I don't go into work for another few days and I'd like to start researching as soon as possible". McGonagall's mouth twitched. "The entire library is at your disposal, restricted section included." "Thank you Professor!" She stayed in the library all day reading as many books as she could. She started with the most logical; books on fairy magic and soulmate magic. She huffed in frustration at having found nothing and vowed to come back the next day.

Instead of going home she apparated into Diagon alley to pick up a few things. As she glanced over the crowd a head of platinum blond hair caught her eye. She watched the Malfoy heir passively, his office and hers connected a lot and they had become civil enough when they needed to be. Although the war was over, there were few people on the street. She reminded herself it was because it was the middle of the day, pushing her thoughts of war away.

There was an old lady passing by Malfoy and she almost choked on air as she watched his response. "Ma'am." He nodded politely. Had he gone crazy? He turned as the older woman passed him and caught her eye. His mouth quirked upwards at the look on her face and she turned away hurriedly.

She made her purchases and apparated to her flat. She made dinner and sat down to watch the television, completely forgetting about Malfoy. Halfway into her program, she felt the same strange feeling she had experienced earlier. Unable to stop the melody, she sang.

"You looked at me like I was crazy, when I said ma'am to that little old lady, you ain't heard talk like that lately, but I can see it's got you smiling". She stopped singing but still had zero control over her vocal chords. She could hear the rest of the song somehow but not who was singing it. It was definitely male she decided as he went into the chorus.

"Cuz I was raised, to stand up when you walk in the door, spin you around an old hard pine floor, rock you baby on a wraparound porch, underneath a magnolia blossom." Her mouth opened to finish: "Walk you down old live oak road, barefoot bridge see a sunset show, say I love you when I pull you close". Her soulmate took over again: "And you know it's true as the gospel, ain't nobody gonna love you better than this southern gentleman".

She gasped for air as if she had ran a race. He brain went into overdrive. Who did she know that was raised to be nothing but a gentleman? Probably pureblood, she reasoned, since they are raised to be nothing but courteous. She snorted as she thought of Malfoy. He may be courteous now but he definitely hadn't been when they were younger.

Her eyes nearly [popped out of her head. "Malfoy", she breathed. He had said ma'am to a little old lady mere hours ago and she had looked at him like he was crazy! No. Not possible. There were other people on that street. There was no way she was destined to love the boy who had tormented her half of her life.

Meanwhile at Malfoy Manor, Draco was doing something that he hadn't done since he was a toddler. He was freaking out. Because Granger was smart and that song had been a dead giveaway. He was attracted to her, sure, he wasn't blind. But he did not love her. In fact, she irritated him beyond belief. Besides, there were other people on that street, right?