AU Summary: Most (though not all) people have a string, a thread that ties their heart to the heart of their soulmate. Draco has been able to see these strings for as long as he can remember. Of course he can, being the child of two soulmates. But the case of his own love life... That's a little more difficult.
Draco sat at the window of the common room, watching the rain that dripped down the glass and the grey clouds that all seemed to swirl into an even greater storm. No one was out on the grounds right now, not that he could blame them. He felt a small pull at his fingers and at his chest, and a moment later, he wasn't alone as Harry sat down beside him. "Watching the rain?"
Watching him for a moment, Draco gave a small nod as he made room for Harry to sit properly. "Yes. It calms me down, sometimes."
"Yeah, I think I can understand that." He could? Draco hadn't really thought that he was the type to ever just sit and watch anything, even Quidditch. Even in their shared classes, he always seemed so jittery and paranoid, as though expecting a murder attempt to come from anywhere and everywhere at any time. Although, again, he couldn't be blamed. He'd probably gotten used to teachers threatening his life over the past seven years. There was Quirrell, then Lockhart, then accidentally Lupin from what he heard, then… Oh dear.
"I suppose so," Draco managed to say as he looked back out the window. Everything always seemed quieter when it was raining, which wasn't much of a bad thing. He liked the quiet, these days. Quiet seemed to mean safe, these days. If things were getting loud, he knew he needed to turn the opposite way and run. Typically loud laughs and loud words were accompanied by loud hexes and curses. He felt a hand take his, and he did his best to not startle and jump completely. Though judging by the quiet chuckle, his sudden tenseness had not gone unnoticed.
"Just relax and watch the rain, Draco." Well he certainly couldn't do that, now, but… It did feel nice, at least. Draco glanced down between them and adjusted his hand until they were twined, and he exhaled a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. He'd ought to just… Relax and watch the rain.