Soulmates [HIATUS]

Soul Tattoos

Harry woke up around dinner time.

Draco had stayed in the chair, legs pulled up to his chest, chin resting on his knees.

Harry sniffled, waking up. He yawned, opening both eyes this time.

Draco looked over, and smiled weakly at Harry. "Hey." He whispered.

"Hey..." Harry smiled. His right eye was almost black it was so flushed with blood. "I heard Madame Pomfrey talking earlier... About how it's amazing that I'm still alive."

"It is amazing." Draco agreed. He frowned though. "Did you see who it was?"

"I remember... It was a Slytherin girl." He said.

Draco's chest tightened. "What did they say to you?" He whispered.

"She said that I couldn't interfere." Harry frowned.

"Did she say with what?" Draco asked quietly.

Harry shook his head. "No... But I remember... She said she was sorry before she pushed me."

Draco shook his head. "I think I know who it was." He muttered, stalking towards the exit.

"Wait!" Harry frowned. "Tell me..."

"Pansy Parkinson." Draco spat, turning and running again.

Harry sighed, lying back down.

Pansy was in the courtyard with Blaise.

"Pansy!" Draco yelled, stalking over to her.

Pansy looked up. "Hey." She smiled.

Draco grabbed her by the collar of her shirt. "Did you hurt Harry?!" He growled quietly.

Pansy frowned, shaking. "N-No!"

"Then I need your help." Draco growled again, still frowning deeply.

"H-How come?" She asked.

"Long story." Draco muttered. "I need to find a Slytherin girl with motives to hurt Harry."

"Two things... Why do you care about Potter, and how do you know a Slytherin girl hurt him?" She asked.

"First answer, I said it's a long story. Second answer, he told me." Draco muttered.

"It could've been Polyjuice potion." She said.

"God damn it." Draco cursed, knowing she was right.

"Draco... It could've been anyone..." Pansy sighed.

Draco kicked a wall, cursing again. "We're fucked."

"Maybe it was an accident." Pansy said.

"It wasn't an accident." Draco spat. "They slashed him right across his Soul Tattoo."

"Self inflicted?" She asked.

"He's not an idiot, Pansy." The blonde spat, rolling his eyes.

Pansy sighed. "I'm just asking."

He paced back and forth, mind whirring.

"What happened to him?" She asked. "I just heard he was hurt."

"Someone slashed across his Soul Tattoo and pushed him down the stairs." He muttered.

"The moving staircases?" Pansy gasped.

He nodded in confirmation.

"Oh God... He must be in bad shape." She said.

"He is, and I want to find the son of a bitch who did it." Draco growled, hands tightening into fists.