Harry Potter One-Shots

Confused

A/N: A Soulmate AU you didn't know you needed, but you definitely do. So basically, for this au, soulmates have this original song in their heads that only they know. Do ya'll want to know how many times I rewrote this...and I still hate the beginning (and maybe the rest of it). Regardless of what I think, I hope you all enjoy it! Oh, and I got really lazy at the end, sorry!

Trigger Warnings: mentions of child abuse, swearing

Harry hurried to meet his friends in the Great Hall, grabbing his book bag and rushing out of the common room. He'd slept in again, and Ron apparently didn't have enough decency to wake him up. Turning the corner and practically running down the hall, he skidded to a halt when he heard the song. He dropped his bag when he saw who was humming it, books falling out and scattering the floor.

"Drop something, Potter?" Malfoy snickered before he turned around and entered the Great Hall, leaving Harry alone in the corridor with his mouth agape. After a few moments of staring at nothing, he shook his head slightly and crouched down to pick up his things.

Harry walked into the Great Hall, took a seat in between Ron and Hermione, and didn't even bother with breakfast.

"Guys, I think I just found my soulmate," Harry whispered so the others couldn't hear. Hermione smiled at him while Ron looked curiously at him, waiting for Harry to say who it was.

"That's great, Harry!" Hermione said, giving him a hug.

"Well, who is it?" Ron questioned, earning a slap on the arm from Hermione. Harry gulped and looked down at his empty plate.

"Come on, mate, it can't be that bad. At least it's not Malfoy or that pug-face Parkinson." That was another thing, Harry hadn't even known he liked guys. He'd never thought about it to be honest.

"The Slytherins aren't that bad, Ronald. And Harry doesn't have to tell us. I found my soulmate a few months ago, and no one knows who they are."

"Hold up, you've already found your soulmate! Great, so I'm the only one who hasn't now." Ron dropped his head into his hands and stuffed some more food into his mouth.

"It's Malfoy," Harry whispered, so quietly he didn't even know if he himself heard it. By some miracle, his friends heard him, and Ron dropped his fork.

"Mate, you know I was kidding before, right? It's fine that he's your soulmate." Harry nodded. Ron's approval wasn't really his biggest concern right now, it was his own. Draco Malfoy, the boy who had relentlessly bullied him and his friends for years, was his soulmate. He grimaced, and grabbed his goblet of pumpkin juice, taking a sip of it. He looked over to where the blond was, and when their eyes accidentally met, he may or may not have choked on his juice.

When the evil little ferret didn't look away, but merely raised an eyebrow, Harry felt his cheeks heat up (from the embarrassment, of course) and dropped his head onto his empty plate. He could only hope Malfoy hadn't seen how pink in the face he was.

"Harry, it really is okay if you like him." The boy glared at Hermione, before sitting up and walking out, grumbling nonsense under his breath.

"Potter!" Harry swung around, only to be met with a sour-faced Parkinson. He glared at her because he was feeling especially moody today, and who did this girl think she was, bothering him like this. Whatever she had to say, it most certainly wouldn't be good.

"Did you need something?" Harry spat, tapping his foot impatiently.

"Someone's grouchy," the girl muttered, causing him to scowl even more. "And yes, actually, I did need, or rather want, something."