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It didn't make sense. Draco knows the way the world works. Everybody knows the way the world works. Everybody in the world has a mark. Their soulmate has a matching mark.
At first, Draco tries to ignore it. He knows that he saw his matching mark, but he chalks it up to coincidence. Maybe he only saw it in the first place because he's been so desperate for a soulmate. He's been searching for his soulmate since he found out what a soulmate was.
Why is it, then, that he feels the need to keep such a close eye on them?
Draco looks around his dormitory quickly to make sure nobody is around. When he's sure that he was alone, he reaches into his bag and pulled it out. His soulmate.
He holds his soulmate up to compare their marks. There's no denying it: they have the same mark.
It's weird. Draco hasn't had a relationship like this before. Still, their marks match so it must be meant to be!
Licking his lips Draco considers—maybe if they kiss Draco will understand? Maybe the sparks will fly and he'll get it: they're meant to be.
Taking a deep breath, Draco slowly presses his lips against his soulmate's, caressing them softly.
(They taste like a perfect green apple.)