Chapter One:

Harry sighed and shoved the file he was working on away from him in disgust. He had been working on the Gallahad case for months now and gotten nowhere. He put his head on his desk and let the cool-smooth wood calm the headache he could feel coming on.

"I need to get out of here for a while" Harry thought in dismay. If he could only go to the Weasley's again for dinner…but that was no good, Ginny was coming back from her trip to Asia today and things had been painfully awkward between them ever since they had broken off their engagement five and a half months ago.

Harry shook his head and mentally remembered to forget how long it had been since they broke up. He was NOT going to become a desperate and lonely loser! After all, Ginny already had a new boyfriend, so why couldn't Harry move on? Find a boyfriend or girlfriend himself? He didn't much care which gender; although now that he thought about it he was rather ready for a change ….he had been hanging around with too many females at the Ministry. But hey, it wasn't his fault that they all felt sorry for his break up… ok, so maybe some of them were only acting sorry so that they could be the "chosen one's" next girlfriend… but…

"oh hell" he said out loud. In reality he knew none of those women actually felt sorry for him.

"what do I need them for?" Harry asked the empty room. He promptly stood up and walked out the door of his office, with the full intention of going home.

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Draco tried to control the thrill that was bubbling up inside of him. He had finally completed the lovenacht potion that he had been working on for a month. The lovenacht potion was a potion that would show the drinker their soul mate. It was not just that it would show them their soul mate but it would make the drinker fall asleep and once asleep the drinker would dream of what would be happening in five years (to the minute) as if they had acted upon the potion's soul mate prediction. That is to say, it showed you with your soul mate five years into the future.

Draco had been lonely for so long now. Ever since his parents had died in the aftermath of the war he had been alone with only a handful of friends who were loyal enough to stay with him when he lost face at the ministry. Not that he was unwelcome there for long, just throw some galleons at the ministry and they'll eventually be quiet and respectful.

Draco allowed himself to smile in scorn at that remembrance; the ministry members all tripping over themselves to serve him however he needed. It was ridiculous he thought as he ladled the left half of the potion into a rose quartz vial. This potion recipe was the most complex he had ever tried to make (including the one that he had to make to pass his potions masters test). It had included Draco casting a spell to make himself wake up every fifteen minutes so that he could stir it with a willow wood spoon. He had had to tend to this potion like a newborn baby with colic!

"ah, but it will soon be worth it…" Draco thought with satisfaction. To be able to know ones soul mate was a wonderful thing. A thing which Draco did not mean to take lightly. He did not want someone to fawn over him just because he was a Malfoy. No…he would much prefer to be fawned over because he was gorgeous and smart and witty and… "well the list just goes on and on." Draco said out loud.

He sat in a pristine white arm chair while he waited for the mandatory fifteen minutes the potion needed to turn into a (supposedly) beautiful shade of silver. Draco could feel the urge to pace almost overwhelming him. But no, he was a Malfoy. And Malfoys do NOT pace. They do not show any outward signs of emotions.

"However they do apparently start thinking so fast that their minds go numb." Draco thought with some annoyance.

After ten minutes of sitting Draco could stand it no more. He hastily stood up and summoned pinky, his most loyal houself. Pinky had been his nanny since he was first born and had not changed one iota. She always had on a frilly yellow apron made out of some old curtains and her large foggy-blue eyes framed by huge bottle bottom glasses. She had used some elf magic on some used butter bear bottles to turn them into actual bottle bottom glasses to help with her old and blinding eyes.

Pinky appeared in front of him looking like she always did. Draco gave her a genuine smile before giving her some instructions.

"Pinky, I want you to make sure that no one enters this room for three hours. And I would like you to postpone dinner for tonight as I will most likely be going out" Draco said in his brisk cool voice.

"Pinky understands master, Pinky will do better than best for her master" she croaked in her aged tree bark voice.

"good, now leave me and don't come back until three hours. At which point, if I have not left this room, you will come in and wake me." At the end of this exchange, Pinky apperated herself out of the room.

Draco turned back to the vial and stifled his surprise, the potion had finished turning into an amazing silver color already. He walked over to it, suddenly wary. Was he really ready to share his life and bare his soul to someone? He thought back over the achingly lonely years that he had been living alone…Draco firmly shook his head and walked over to the vile, uncorking it and swiftly tilting the contents into his mouth and down his throat.

He gasped as the taste flowed over him, it was more of sensation than a taste. It was as if someone was embracing him, the warm feeling traveled down his throat and started seeping through the rest of him in a slow but unstoppable force. He staggered as he felt it reach his heart, and he felt an aching for someone he hadn't felt since his parents died. Draco sank to his knees and groaned. He could feel his mind being swallowed whole by the potion. Blinking sluggishly he fell to the floor and started to dream.