A/N: I took this idea from my old fanfiction account which is now shut down. I'm trying to make at least 100 one shots of different pairings in the world of Harry Potter. I'm taking requests for this! I'm trying at least do one of each pairing. However, if sometimes comes up enough I might do it more then once. Or if the idea if cool enough. When you send a request say your name, or be logged in, so I can say you're the one who requested it.

I'm leaving a warning for EVERYTHING because I have no idea what some people will request. I'm not trying to make this to smutty though, or guresome. So keep that in mind please.

Blasie x Harry

In the muggle world soul mates where a simple myth. Something made by love struck people to say, 'This is the one for me! The only true one in the world!'

When going into the magical world muggle born would scoff at the idea. What they didn't understand was that magic made it real. Soul mates where pure matches, no one else could come in between them. They were literally made for each other. Their magic balanced each other, where one person had a weakness that weakness was the others strength.

So when Blaise saw Harry for the first time he held his breath for a different reason compared to the other first years. His magic called out to Harry and he swallowed thickly. Harry sat on the rickety stool his green eyes sharp looking around.

He looked meek and weak willed. But Blaise knew different, no soul mate of his would be weak in anything. He felt his magic pool around him and drop low, like a snake. He felt it move out, forward, searching, until it found what it wanted.

He shut his eyes as he was so close, he felt his magic stroke Harry's leg and he felt his magic jerk. Another's magic was touching his. He didn't even need to know who it was as he watched Harry. The pale boy looked at him with sharp eyes, cocking a brow. He felt himself gulp but nodded his head. With a quirk of Harry's lips the hat shouted "Slytherin!"

The room was quiet as Harry made his way to the table of sliver and green. Time seemed to drag on, knowing his beloved was waiting for him, waiting for answers. He could feel it. Finally his name was called and it only took two seconds for Slytherin to be shouted out.

Blaise ignored the polite applause and went to sit next to Harry, who was saving him a seat. He sat down with a stiff back, making his friends since childhood wonder. He slowly moved his hand towards Harry's, not knowing what the boy wanted.

Harry glanced down and rolled his bright eyes, he quickly placed a hand over Blaise's and used the other one to reach up and take his ugly, round glasses off.

"I guess I won't have to fake needing these." Harry said pocketing his glasses into his robes. "You owe me an explanation. And you better not put it off, I want to know everything."

"Potter, who do you think you are?" Draco demanded. His voice was harsh, and a few of the other first years winced. Draco and Blaise were best friends and he didn't like Harry's tone.

"Draco, if you talk to my soul mate like that again I won't be as nice as I am being now." Blaise's tone was of ice and there where many gasps around.

"Soul mate? I…apologize. I saw you on the train Potter, with Wealsey, I thought…"

Harry laughed, it sounded light and pure, "Oh that. Wealsey is more than a good for nothing, I haven't met him for a full day before he started mooching off of me. No, I planned on using him to gain an alliance within Gryffindor. But now that I found my soul mate I don't think I'll need one."

Draco looked shocked a second before clearing his throat, "I see. Once again my behavior now and on the train. I had no idea…you see Wealsey really gets under my skin."

Harry gave a small chuckle, "No need Malfoy, I understand really. He spent the whole ride by my side. Even when I had to use the loo he would walk me there." He said rolling his eyes, "How about a redo? I'm Harry Potter." He said sticking his hand out.

Draco leaned forward and gripped it with his own, "Draco Malfoy."

"Pansy Parkinson."

"Theodore Nott."

"Vincent Crabbe."

"Gregory Goyle."

"These are all your friends?" Harry asked looking at them with a twitch of his mouth.

"Yes, only the best of the best of course. We all stick by each other no matter what. Nothing will break us apart. And we're ruthless when someone tries to come after one of us." Blaise explained.

Harry hummed and nodded his head, "I like that."

Blaise squeezed his hand. Everything was right in the world.

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