𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐒 | 𝐃.𝐌.

soulmates and snakes

tw: none
mildly long
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Since Y/n was little, when her parents told her about soulmates, she looked forward to the day she would turn 13 and be able to understand their mind. To explain it simply, in this world, Y/n's world, soulmates could read each other's minds.

At first, after Y/n came of age, she listened everyday to the words in her head, waiting to see who would be there. Whether they were male or female, Y/n didn't care. Months went by and Y/n remained hopeful, just thinking about the day her soulmate would speak to her. Maybe they weren't of age yet? She thought. A lot of people have this issue across her planet. Eventually a year went by. Then 2 more. Before Y/n knew it, she was in her seventh year at Hogwarts. Still no sign of her soulmate.

Y/n had given up by that point and didn't care. She figured her soulmate was dead with how quiet they were. So as winter break came to an end and Y/n celebrated another year of being alone, she prepared to head back to her home of a school.

She sat in the back of the train with her few friends. They were all talking about their soulmates they met over the break. Y/n chimed in here and there but slowly made herself less known. She was embarrassed for having no soulmate when everyone else around her was already planning the wedding of their dreams.

"Don't worry Y/n, I'm sure he's just taking his time." Daphne said. "Merlin couldn't leave you out of this, you'll meet him soon." Millicent reassured. You gave them a smile of generosity, knowing they meant well.

Time had passed over quickly when you got back to your dorm. You and the girls laid in bed while others were still downstairs in the common room celebrating. Although you overheard a boy freaking out in the Slytherin dormitories because his soulmate was a Gryffindor. It made you rethink your entire point of view. You hoped they were anything besides red and gold.

You laid in bed reading a book of unknown spells when the hallways became quiet. Everyone began to settle into their chambers as night fell. Your dormmates wished goodnight as you drifted to sleep between the pages of mystery.

Morning came and gone quickly as you were already in potions. Your NEWT level subject was beginning to take a toll on your brain. You began to drift off asleep when Snape slammed a stick onto the wood of your desk. You jumped abruptly causing the books to slide right off and onto the floor. Draco Malfoy started snickering at you, cracking jokes with his friends. Pansy Parkinson included. You and her had a lot of tension together. You prayed to Karma everyday, hoping she'd get hers soon.

Potions ended and as you walked out, Pansy and her new group of friends caught up to you. "Can I help you with something?" You asked. As her pug face began to show, she shot daggers returning with an attitude. "Nothing that you would know about." She responded. You rolled your eyes trying to push through but failed. "Look, if you want to kiss my ass so badly Pug-face, all you have to do is ask." You smirked.

Pansy reacted by pulling out her wand as you did the same, dropping your books in the process. This caught the attention of those around you. "Round 4, aye?" You chanted. She furrowed her brows before you two threw hexes back and forth. Draco stood watching from between you two, feeling queasy in the stomach. He didn't know why, he hadn't ate anything all morning. He missed morning feast.

"Take that you stupid bitch!" Pansy shouted. You rebutted back with more cheeky remarks before you both disarmed one another. No professors had arrived, probably because someone casted an enchantment around the perimeter; meaning no one heard what was going on.

You shouted at her before you both ran to one another with a fist. Punches were thrown left and right before Pansy reacted using her words. "So what's it like?" She yelled. You furrowed your brows and continued circling one another before she spoke again. "You know? Not having a soulmate." You grunted and went in for another punch. She turned over at the wrong time, meeting her face with your fist.