Written for quidditch league fanfiction competition, season nine, round 12.

Team: Montrose Magpies

Position: Seeker

Something burnt, Draco Malfoy thought. It was more of a tingling feeling than a burning one, to be exact. However, he didn't know what it was from, or when it began. He also knew that it persisted, not always though.

He felt it when he looked at someone. Who, though, he didn't figure yet. He never felt it when he was alone, nor when he was with students of his own house.

The teen didn't want to raise Madam Pomfrey's worries or suspicions, she already had the boy who lived at her nerves. After all, the damned boy who lived to throw himself in deadly situations was in the infirmary at least once every three weeks. More like, the boy who lived to plague his mind. The Malfoy didn't want to add to the poor witch's confusion with his problem.

During that whole week, Draco tried to figure out who it was that triggered such a perplexing and fairly distressing reaction from him. However that meant that he had to try look at every student or teacher that wasn't a slytherin or Professor Snape. He hoped he wouldn't look like a creep.

And so he began, but it endorsed him to keep turning his head left and right. Damn, when he figured who the evil person who put him in this toture, Draco was going to kill them. First, though, they had to do him a thorough neck massage...

Looking at the backs of a multitude of students of different houses, the slytherin didn't feel that annoying sensation on his wrist at all. He looked at the golden trio, who weren't quite the trio at the moment. He saw the bushy hair, meaning the know it mudblood was there, and so was the weasel if the mop of red hair indicated anything reliable. The golden boy was absent though.

A part deep down in his mind was worried about the other's wellbeing, but he brushed it off as he was aware of who he was thinking of. Again.

"THAT'S IT!" the blond stood up abruptly, making those in a distance flinch at the sudden outburst.

"Draco, you okay?" asked Pansy in a very sickeningly sweet voice and Draco was definitely not in the mood for her throwing herself at him.

"Do i look okay? No, so leave me alone." He stormed out of the great hall to the infirmary in hopes of finding a certain unruly bunch of dark brown hair belonging to a pair of startlingly green eyes.

On the other side of things, Harry James Potter was laying down in a bed of the ever so familiar infirmary. Pomfrey, as usual, lectured him about how he was a trouble magnet and too reckless as he found his way to the infirmary a few days less than his previous record. He had been in a very sour mood as of recent, but they didn't feel like his. How? Merlin knew, really.

He had felt the staring of someone, but he couldn't figure out who it was. Then just this morning, the sour mood turned into a barely-there throb in his head. Something ached, but he couldn't pinpoint it.

"Now, what's the problem today, young man?"

"Uh, I've been in a bad mood all week. Today, though, I woke up and I felt like banging my head. It's hurting, but I still can't figure where in my head."

"Hmm, I'll give you a potion, and you should be up and around within a second or the other." She said casually, handing him a vial for the supposed intended purpose. "Now, off you go, you have classes to attend, dear."

However the boy groaned, before rushing his way into the bathroom. The woman was confused for a moment before she made an 'eep' sound of surprise as the teen suddenly bolted to the restroom. She gave the door he slammed, or rather the boy behind said door, a sympathetic look. Wincing as she heard the sound of puking, Pomfrey didn't notice when a blond slytherin knocked the door of the infirmary and entered. That potion wasn't supposed to produce any side effects unless who took it had overdosed on it. Harry didn't overdose, the witch noted, and yet the poor boy puked.

She turned her attention to Draco, who cleared his throat for the medi-witch to notice him, and asked about the reason for his presence.

"Uh, nothing, I thought Potter was here."

"Oh, the poor boy is in the restroom. I don't know why, but he couldn't keep down a pain relieving potion." the women tutted. "What do you need him for?" she remembered to ask.

"Just wanted to ask him a question..."

"You can wait, but i can't guarantee that Mr. Potter will be good enough to quench your curiosity." The blond nodded, and wait he did. Harry left the restroom a few minutes later, sighing in relief that this was over. "Oh here he is. Harry dear, Mr. Malfoy would like to talk to you." The gryffindor stared, dumbfounded, at the blond. What would he want from him?

Draco winced, so it was the unruly haired boy the one who elicited that reaction from him. Okay, forget worrying Pomfrey. He was going to tell her, and so he did. The women gasped in shock, it was unexpected, yet there it was. She requested to get a view of Draco's backhand, and all three had seen it.

The words, Harry James Potter, were etched on the wrist of one Draco Malfoy. Pomfrey ran away, grabbing a book or two about the topic that needed thorough explanation, soulmates. However, by its end...

"No way." Harry rejected bluntly with narrowed eyes. If whatever Pomfrey had said was true, then Draco Bloody Malfoy was his soulmate. His arch nemesis was supposed to be the closest person who he should love? Yeah right, as if he was going along with that. He would have called it off as a sick joke from a mental person, but this was Pomfrey who confirmed the case.

A pair of eyes, or two, were boring through him. Harry looked back at a pair of grey eyes, his so called soulmate's eyes, and memories of the blond's perturbing actions to him from the past seven years flashed through him. He scoffed.

No, he was not accepting this. Acknowlede, sure. Get along with it, of course not. "Malfoy, I can't do this. I'll probably kill you if I accept this insane condition of ours..." The boy left the room, Draco staring wide eyed behind him. Whether it was for losing his soulmate or said soulmate being a major enemy, he didn't know which was worse. For as long as he was concerned, he was going to get scolded badly. Not every Malfoy had a soulmate, but it was a disgrace for them to reject or be rejected...

Lucius was definitely going to kill him.

While the topic seemed easy, this romance and soulmate stuff isn't my cup of tea. I suppose this is... decent though I hoped it was better.