Drarry Oneshots

Soulmate

A/N the picture is what I imagined the tattoo to look like, I tried my best to put down what was in my head onto paper with varying degrees of success. Enjoy!

The whole wizarding world knew that when you turned 18 a tattoo would appear, on any part of the body, and your soulmate would have the exact same tattoo on any part of their body. Harry Potter however did not know this so on the day in July when he turned eighteen, while changing found a tattoo on the inside of his hip. It was small, and unlike most muggle tattoos had different colours - silver and green. The swirling patterns meeting in the middle and joining together to form a complicated bliss. Harry at first thought he was hallucinating, after all how on earth does a tattoo appear overnight? He tried seeing if it was somehow drawn on but after twenty minutes of staring and poking at it he owled Hermionie with something along the lines of "Help me I think I'm dying"
After a long response, even for Hermione, he got a message back explaining everything, leaving Harry more at ease but now petrified at who this soulmate could be.

When 8th year started - to finally complete their Newts - Harry had noticed Draco Malfoy. He was quieter, he didn't hold himself like he used to and when he wasn't avoiding everyone's gazes he was reading. After some months he began to unwind slightly, saying snarky half hearted insults but still reading.

Harry had gone for a walk that evening, it had been a hard day, it was one of those days where guilt pooled him down and tears threatened to pool out also. His hands were frozen stiff and the cold seemed to numb his aching heart and by the time he re entered the shared common room it was early in the morning. The only person there was Draco Malfoy. He was sleeping, he had fallen asleep in his book which was still propped up in front of him. As Harry walked past the fire shimmered against something imprinted into Draco's lower back that was visible through his ridden up school shirt. The tattoo. Harry froze. It had the same colours as his and intrigued he leaned in for a good look but Draco shifted so it couldn't be seen under the fabric. Then he stirred all together, pushing himself onto his back while sighing.
"What are you doing up at this ungodly hour?" Draco asked quietly, startling Harry who had thought he had made a quick escape.
"Oh..um, just can't sleep I guess" Harry said, looking down on the floor. This was the most civil conversation they had had in years, War really did change people.
Draco got to his feet and then stood nervously in front of Harry.
"I just wanted to say thank you. If you hadn't stood up for me in the court then I would be rotting in...just thank you. I wouldn't be here today without you" Draco said, genuine emotion wavering in his voice as he looked up and gave Harry a small smile.
Harry was lost for words, but felt something moving in his chest.
"It was only fair, the jury didn't understand what it feels like to have no choice." He laughed bitterly after adding "I guess I'm the boy that lived and you're the boy who had no choice"
Draco looked confused and then asked "but why? Why did you stand up for me? Why did you save me from the fire? You hate me."
Harry smiled "I've never hated you"
There was silence for a bit and then Draco went to leave but Harry stopped him with a hand on his wrist.
"Wait...umm can I see your tattoo? Sorry I just noticed it earlier"
Draco looked startled but then turned showing Harry his pale lean back.
It was a match. The swirling pattern and colours the exact same as the one on Harry's hip. He held his breath and then quickly bid Draco goodnight before rushing off to let it all sink in.

Draco Malfoy is my soulmate.

The next morning Harry took a cold shower, and when he got out he realised he had left his clothes behind. So with a towel held firmly up on the hips he went back only to get banged into by Malfoy. The resulting bang made the towel slip down a bit to far. Draco who had dropped his shower gel went to look for it but his eyes got stuck halfway down. Oh no Harry thought, Draco Malfoy is looking at my crotch. But looking down himself he saw that the thing Draco was staring at was his hip, more specifically his tattoo.

Harry jumped back, pulling the towel up frantically before trying to walk past but Malfoy was not having it as he slammed the bathroom door shut.
"Is this why you wanted to see mine the other night?" Draco asked.
"I..um..maybe?" Harry stuttered looking at the tiled floor with embarrassed interest.
"Who knew, Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy"
Harry looked up, surprised Malfoy was taking this so well...I mean did he even like guys?
It seemed that question answered itself as Draco put a hand on Harry's cheek and came closer. Harry's heart thudded in his chest as he saw what was happening. Then they kissed, tentatively at first and then more passionately, gripping each other tight, Harry's hands on Draco's lower back and one of Draco's hands still on his cheek and another resting on his hip.

Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter, through the dark and the pain and still somehow, soulmates.