The Extinct Soulmate

But you're malfoy!

Harry stepped out onto the cobbled street, breathing out. Merlin, eh? He wanted to go to one of his estates, and research his soulmate and his magical core. He knew he was powerful, but Merlin? That was a level he couldn't comprehend. He almost tripped over, he was too buried in thought to watch where he was going.

Two small eggs were lying on the road in front of him, looking suspiciously innocent. One was a pure white, speckled with a gradient of brown freckles, disappearing towards the pointed end. The other was a deep green, fading into black at the bottom, though still covered in light grey spots. He picked them up, hiding them in his coat pocket, thinking he would get back to them after ice cream. 

He was craving a sundae, one with the extra sprinkles and a sugary cherry on top. Harry had one of the biggest sweet tooth's know to man. He chucked and walked into the ice cream parlour.

Draco looked up, the smell hypnotising him. A gorgeous young man stepped into the ice cream parlour, a scaly tail closing the door behind him. He had raven unruly hair, dipping into a pale blue towards the tips, rushing all over the place. It reminded him of Potters hair, except Potter didn't have wings and horns. His feathered wings matched Draco's, except the main body were a nightmare black, yet warm, and comforting.

The boy looked over and winked at Draco, his porcelain cheeks flushing bright red. He looked at his feet. He didn't have nearly enough confidence to pull of his creature features. But this man gave it to him.

 He dropped his glamours, the man watching intently from the counter. His wings sprang out from his back, the boys eyes widening at the sight of Draco's inheritance.

Harry walked over to Draco, pulling out a chair. They were hard and plastic, and squeaked against the floor. Harry looked eyes with the blushing boy, his mercury eyes pools of emotion. Draco couldn't help it, he felt no need for his mask around this boy, he felt...home, almost. He would ask his father later.

Draco was an elemental Veela, his ancestors would care for the land, forming bonds with nature. He wondered what the boy in front of him was, probably something rare, this boy looked special.

"Hello, my name's Hadrian." Harry cocked his head, waiting for Draco to respond. He had opted for no glamours, he didn't want anyone knowing who he was, his creature side was nothing to be proud. He waited in anticipation, twisting the ring on his right hand. His lordships had melted into one, snakes and eagles battling around the handle.

Harry had indeed purposely avoided using his surname. He didn't want Draco knowing who he was yet. A noise from the male opposite from him startled him out of his daydreaming. "So, what's your creature inheritance?" Draco looked hopeful, looking to start a conversation. He had done so much research on different inheritances, and was looking forward to learning more.

"Um, I." Harry stuttered. He tried to remember, and when he did, Draco could practically see the lightbulb flickering on above his head. "Shadow dragon, dark and light Phoenix." Harry had the smuggest look on his face, like he had just invented rocket science. Draco's mouth gaped open his comment, his wings ruffling. "Seriously!" Draco lowered his tone when Harry shuffled back, showing signs of submissive traits. "I'm sorry Hadrian, I didn't know you were submissive, I just was surprised. Those are very rare, especially all three together. You must be very lucky."

(sorry to interrupt, but when I wrote 'you must be very' my iPad literally suggested 'gay'. I'm trying not to laugh to hard right now.)

Harry looked at him curiously. "I'm not submissive?" Draco blushed. "I'm sorry, I didn't-" he was interrupted. "No, I'm actually both, I have a soul mate, it's apparently super rare so it's ok if you've never heard of it..." Draco looked at him, his eyes widening. "Same!" Harry looked at him.

"What! You.. you can't. You're Draco Malfoy. You're malfoy for heavens sake! And I'm.. I'm me! You can't be! This is my one shot at love! What! I..." Harry stood up and rushed out. He would ignore this. Draco Malfoy couldn't be it. He knew there was a very small chance that anyone else could be his mate, I mean, he had an extinct bond, but Malfoy. He was malfoy. Harry shook his head, storming down the street.

Harry was walking fast paced down Diagon Alley. He knew he needed to go back to the Weasley's, or Grimmauld place, but he couldn't. He wouldn't.

He needed time. Time to think, time to contemplate. Malfoy? Really. His arch enemy, the one person he had hated from the moment he met him, with his shining platinum hair, soft and set in gel. Draco Malfoy with his mercury eyes, turning the palest of blues when he was happy, the crinkles round his eyes when he laughed. He had watched Draco for hours in end, glaring at him, trying to figure out what his next diabolical plan was. Stupid fucking Draco with his stupid hot suits. Harry loathed him.

A warm rustle came from his pocket. Harry had forgotten about those eggs. He stopped, knowing he had to make a decision soon. He quickly cast a patronus, the stag nodding as Harry told him to let Sirius know he was ok. The message was longer, but short. "Sirius, I'm sorry I didn't contact you sooner, but my wand had been faulty. Had to get a new one, story for later. I'm ok, I'll be busy for the rest of this week, I'll meet you, Ron and 'Mione at Diagon Alley soon. See you soon."

He needed to get somewhere safe, and soon. He knew of a few estates he now owned, and decided on Peverell manor. It had been abandoned, and he knew it would be secluded. In a snap, he left Diagon Alley, a puff of smoke left by his patronus the only sign he had been there.

Draco watched as the man left, confused. Malfoy? Who on Earth called him Malfoy? Someone he knew... Draco sat up. Potter. Potter called him Malfoy. Potter, whom he had liked since 5th year. Ah fuck. Stupid potter and his cute button nose dotted with light splatterings of freckles and contagious laugh.

He would be rejected. He had the chance to form an extinct bond, but of course he had his straight crush as his supposed mate. The hole inside him grew. He would never be fucking accepted. His one fucking chance at happiness. Draco left, pulling his chair into the table, wincing at the loud scraping, but storming out. Fuck Potter. He apperated in the cold air, leaving the cobbled road with a snap.

Hi! Hope you're doing well! I have so many bug bites! Hope you enjoyed this chapter and I'll try and update again soon. -kayden

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