~Unknown Markings~

~I Should Have Never~

Defense against the dark arts class

Draco POV: 

The class was boring but when was it ever interesting. Even though I might not show it I was still reeling from embarrassment because of what Potter had said to me. He looked so angry and cute. A cute angry, which only annoyed me further. 

The tips of my ears still burned with an undying passion. Without even looking at my ears, I knew that they would be the most atrocious crimson red color; completely clashing with my pale porcelain complexion. 

Focusing my attention back to the lesson was harder than ignoring Potter's stares from across the class. It was hard to say whether he stared at me with some kind of curiosity or just plain resentment. My heart would have given anything for the first thought, but my mind favored the latter. The more realistic thought. 

Potter looked good today. 

Or he would have if he got that mop of a sorry excuse of hair under control. His ebony-black hair swayed down across his face dancing along the lining of his glasses. There was a small piece of shabby discolored white tape wrapped around the side of his frames which waltzed behind his ears. The tips of which were a light faded pink blending with the rest of his features perfectly. 

I could have gone on describing him for hours more before I even got to his eyes but that was before Blaise was ushering me out of the classroom. Apparently class was over and I didn't even realize it. 

"Now you should probably stop staring at Potter before the whole bloody world realizes you are in love with him," Blaise grumbled under into my heart, making me stiffen a little bit. He was still holding me by my arm where he had previously been pulling me and I felt his grip tighten. 

I didn't really hear what Blaise mumbled next but it was something along the lines of, "If they haven't already." 

After deciding to be the bigger person and letting that snide comment go, I told Blaise that I would go to the lake to get some homework done. 

Nodding slowly he left me alone, heading off in the direction of the dungeons. I forgave my friends rather quickly because I understood that there was no way any of them would deliberately betray me like that. Asking them for forgiveness was hard, but it had to be done if I wanted to keep the few friendships I possessed. 

Step after step I made my way down to the lake. The delicate ripples in the water created the familiar sound I had been longing to hear. The light shown from the sky bounced off the little ripples teasing them with their reflection. From the trees to the grass the wind continued to blow, making everything sway. My robes flapped gently against my legs, tickling the fabric of my trousers. 

Beside my I lay my dark leather satchel down, the lid slightly open from the overfill of books. To compensate I tried to tighten the buckle that ran along the front but to no avail. 

I gave a contented sigh, admiring the sight in front of me. Maybe... just maybe... giving a little smile. I shook my head from how trivial it all seemed but how much importance it held to me as a person. Malfoys don't get attached. 

Well, that was my bad. 

Looking away from the landscape in front of me I returned my attention to my studies, focusing on an essay that was due in a week. I scratched my quill along the paper, ink flowing out. That's when I noticed the same thing happening to my arm. 

Who are you?

This was not Harry's handwriting. It could never be this neat. But he knew, didn't he. Regardless of who had written this on his arm. 

Someone else knew, not just Harry. Granger. He would have had help from Granger. 

Of course. 

This would be her tactic to track the soulmate down. What a magical evening completely ruined. The lump started rising in my throat again- this time only the tears threatened me. 

"Damn it!" 

"I should have been more careful. I should have never left that book in the room. I should have never even taken it from the library to begin with." 

My hands attacked my hair ruffling it to get out all of my frustration. Just by looking at the marking on my arm and the slight shimmer glazed on top of the writing, I knew this couldn't be removed by magic. I also knew that Granger was going to be looking for anyone bearing this writing on their arm. 

"Shit." I cursed my ignorance. How could anyone be this stupid and oblivious to the consequences? I should have never written Harry back that day. 

I gave one last glance out to the great lake, the light seemed to not be as bright and the ripples more aggressive. The wind attacked my hair and I knew it was time to get out of here. 

My books I silently placed back into my satchel and I made sure to pull down my sleeve to generously cover the area where my arm was condemned with Grangers writing. I was just hoping she didn't put a tracking charm on the mark. 

That would have been brilliant. 

And I would have been doomed. 

Let's just hope that isn't the case. 

I strode along the grass which swished at my shoes. The archaic wooden bridge fast approaching, the tops of it cast its shadow down upon me. This sense of dread strengthening inside me, foreboding something bad. 

Or maybe I'm just being paranoid. 

That's it paranoid. 

I headed back to Slytherin's common room, just wanting to be alone. 

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Harry POV: 

I stared down at the writing Hermione had placed on my arm. 

"So, what if they don't respond?" I inquired, I was still confused over the whole idea of having a soulmate. The whole thing just seemed too abstract. 

Hermione placed her wand on the writing again and then simply stated, "Well Harry we will just have to track them down." 

"What do you mean?" I asked, this girl was making no sense. 

"Exactly what I said, Harry. The closer you get to your soul-mate the more the ink glows." The mark in front of me know was completely black, no change in the color whatsoever. 

Pushing the chair out from the table I stood up and dusted off my robes. "Alright, I guess I will go find her then." 

"Or him," Hermione called out as I started to walk away. 

"Right," I laughed a bit. "Hermione I'm not gay!" 

"You don't have to be gay to like men." She pointed out but I just ignored her. 

Now off to find my soulmate.