Harry doesn't mind that so many Slytherins from his year have returned to finish their NEWTs, really he doesn't. It's just - do they have to be so friendly? He's not prejudiced, really he's not. It's just - they've got to be up to something, right? Unnerved by the attention he's attracting from everyone - the Slytherins are the least of it, to be fair - and struggling with a raft of changes to Hogwarts itself, Harry wishes he could be happy that one constant remains: Draco Malfoy really fucking hates him. When he's hit by an illegal love-spell though, Harry finds he has more to worry about than whether or not Blaise Zabini actually wants to be his friend. For if everyone affected has been blessed - or cursed, by the look on Malfoy's face - with a magical tattoo revealing the name of their soulmate, what does it mean that Harry's skin remains completely bare? [A Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy fanfic] [Complete: 20 chapters / 114k words]

As if NEWTS weren't enough, Dumbledore's gone and had another one of his 'bright ideas.' If all ends well, the Houses will be getting along in no time. Or according to Harry's correspondent, an Apocalypse will be in order. [OotP/HBP/DH disregarded] Story is complete.

"Are you scared?" "I'm not scared Potter!" "You can hold my hand if it helps you any." "I don't wanna hold your-" *wolf howl* Draco grabbed his hand. "Righhhht."