Bitch is that a mistletoe (drarry)

Discovery

I walk down the hall, idly chatting with Rea. She's been in a good mood lately after getting a spot on the Slytherin team, it's her dream to be a manager for a popular quidditch team but since that's not a school position, she opted to try out for chaser.

"-And then the blunger was like: bam whoosh kaboom!" She's one who talks with her hands. I missed the match yesterday so now she's recounting the game in its entirety.

Really I'm only half paying attention. The glee of kissing Malfoy plays over and over in my head. I almost wished I had kissed him longer.

"Harry!" I snap out of my thoughts and look at Rea.

"Yeah?"

"I know you're not paying attention." Remember how I said that she's really good at reading other peoples emotions? Well Rea is actually empthagus, she can basically read people's feelings like a book.

"Oh, yeah sorry. I have a lot on my mind." I rub the back of my neck.

"I figured, it's just that your emotions feel really weird lately. Like two different people."

"Well I did have a bit of old Voldy in my head for most of my life." She nods and accepts my answer.

"Anyways, I have a history of magic assignment to do. Toodles." She gives me a short kiss on the cheek and walks away. I think if any other girl (or guy I guess) did that, I'd probably think they fancied me. But Rea's always been a very affectionate person.

I've been thinking about Madam Pomfrey's reaction to wandless spell damage. I should probably do some research.

I jog into the warm library with it's wide expanse of books. The shelves seem to span the length of the room, with sliding ladders and magical re-shelving books. I breathe in the familiar scent of old pine bookcases and ancient tomes. I can almost feel the magical presence in the room, humming and bending all around me in a whirlwind of power.

I first look through the magical injuries section, then the wandless magic section, then the restricted section.

My table is covered in dusty books with barely decipherable latin. Madam Pince gives me a strange look because this is the most focused I've ever been on studying.

I stand to stretch my legs and wander over to the restricted section. Gently brushing years of dust off of well worn spines. A certain book catches my eye. Its an especially old one called "Medical Magic and Obscure Spells By Makalvin Thorne" I pick up the ratty book and carry it back to my already full table. I open to the table of contents and start reading.

***

Its been three hours and the sky outside is an inky black. I hold he thick book up to my lantern and a line catches my eye.

"When two fated ones of same power come across aggression, the lines of fate draw the hearts together."

Interesting... I flip back to the table of contents (first marking the page) and find a chapter of fate. I skim through the page headers before I see that phrase again "Fated ones".

I read the pages again and again before I really understand the meaning of the words.

To grossly simplify it: Every witch and wizard has a magical core, like a wand. When two people of the same "core" meet, the string of fate will try to pull them together. If they get hostile towards each other the "cores" will combine and split, sharing the magic equally.

I'm not sure how it applies to me but it's still really interesting.

I look down at my watch.

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