"Seems like I have a lot of catching up to do with my family history," I said as I looked up at the large shelf housing the numerous books, journals and manuscripts about the Snape family.

"You only need some of these, maybe just a book or two. The Volatillis blood is very rare and hence, there are not many records about it except information from those who actually experienced the evolution," Draco explained as he pulled out an old diary and dusted it. "In fact, that is even rarer as the traits manifest themselves, like, once in a centuries together. So, even the records are minimal."

He opened up the journal and browsed through before pointing to a particular paragraph. "Look, here it is. This guy, uhmm, around 6 generations before you experienced a strange psychic ability – he could predict the future."

"Well, even Trelawny can do that right sometimes, Draco."

"Yeah, you see, Joaquin Delius Snape was a seer. He acquired this ability along with his innate magic but after coming of age, he could actually feel it all happening first hand, before it happened. The ability got heightened," he explained to me patiently. "Here, have a look." Draco passed the journal to me. Our fingers brushed against each other and I pulled back almost immediately, as did he. It was as if I had been electrocuted. Ignoring, I read the text he had pointed out.

But as they say, easier said than done. That simple touch heightened my senses; all I could see, hear, smell, feel was Draco. His handsome face, his beautiful voice, his natural citrus smell – he was all around me. Maybe he felt something as well because a few moments later, he lay on top of me, kissing me hard (pun unintended). His hands supported my head and neck while I carded my fingers through his hair, soft as silk. Our tongues twirled and twisted, excited and energised. I moved my hands lower, to his waist and rolled us slightly so that we were both on our sides. For minutes after the kiss, we lay there, content in each others' arms.

My mind wanted to panic. I had known I was gay since quite long but this was the first time that I had acted out on an urge to kiss a guy (though technically, it was Draco who had acted not me). Being The Boy Who Lived meant you had to be perfect – the knight in shining armour, saving the damsels in distress and marrying the princess. Though I was sure Draco would look awesome as a princess, I'm not sure the rest of the world would have accepted that. But then my heart told my brain to shut up. And there I was, pulling Draco closer for another kiss.

I'm not sure for how long we stayed there before Draco reminded me why we were there. "Potter, we've got work to do," he said, somewhat quickly and I'm sure I saw a blush on his cheeks. However, before I could be certain, he got up and handed me a book, himself heading over to another bookshelf.

I went through the texts silently, stealing occasional glances at Draco. Apparently, sometimes, the inheritor also developed certain new abilities due to the metamorphosis. I wondered if I would- it could come in handy while fighting Voldemort.

Suddenly, in the midst of it all, I felt a strange mix of fear and excitement which definitely wasn't mine. This may sound strange but really, it was something like legimancy, I could feel emotions that didn't belong to me. But I wasn't using legimancy – not that I could have even if I wanted to. What was it, I was unable to understand so I did the only thing I thought would help.

"Draco?"

"Hmm..what?"

"Do any of the books say anything about legimancy or something similar?"

"No, none mentioned that specifically. Why do you ask? Because if you're thinking this will help you get rid of the visions from Voldemort – I don't think it will," he said.

Then, I told him what I had felt. That was when I came to know that soul mates actually exist and from what Draco said, they are pretty much an important part of life for a Volatillis.