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Hebe Potter could feel her soulmate mark warming up again. Even though they didn't know each other, her soulmate never gave up their search of looking for her.
Hebe gathered her things and prepared to leave. Her soulmate mark felt hot enough to melt wax with. They were close-- extremely close. Hebe quickly stuffed the last of her stuff in her bottomless bag and right when her soulmate mark felt like hot magma, she apparated away.
She didn't apparate away because she was afraid (she was sorted into Gryffindor for a reason after all). Hebe apparated away because she didn't want to get married. Every magical knows you typically get married within a week after meeting your soulmate. Any later than that then people will start to speculate. Not that Hebe cares what other people think. If she did then she wouldn't be booking a room in a Muggle hotel somewhere in France right now.
Walking up the staircase to her new room, she started to think about her soulmate. She's been running from them for over 2 years now. Wizards and Witches are born with their soulmate marks. The closer you are to your soulmate, the hotter the mark becomes. Her soulmate mark was in the shape of a lightning bolt which was kinda ironic because it used to never be hotter than 34 degrees (Celsius). For the first 17 years of her life her soulmate mark never ran hot. It was always cold. Her parents had assumed that she felt miserable about it but she didn't. If anything she felt glad that her soulmate mark used to always be freezing to the touch. Hebe wasn't oblivious, shes seen the looks both wizards and witches give her-- even if they're already with their soulmates. Her own family has told her countless times how beautiful she is and how her soulmate was so lucky to have a girl like her.
There was just one problem with that though. Sure, her soulmate was lucky to have her but-- was she lucky to have them?
Would he love Quidditch as much as she did? Would he be as cruel as Lord Carrow or as kind as Lord Longbottom? Was he even a he? These were all questions floating around in her head. As she unlocked the door to her new house for the time being, an anxious feeling started spreading throughout her body. The question she has been putting to the back of her mind for years now was in front of them all-- What if he wanted children?
She threw her bag on the nearest chair and flipped on the bed. Hebe didn't have anything against children, she loved them really, it was just the way they had to make them that she hated. Hebe has known for most of her life that she didn't want to be taken to bed. She doesn't want to have sex. The entire concept of sex just sounds so unappealing to her. She's ran into her roommate Hyacinth Brown and her soulmate Clarence Smith having sex together one too many times for her liking. She's heard what sex sounds like and it just makes it even more unappealing to her. The sounds, the reason, the sights they all just make her so uncomfortable.
Lying down on the twin sized bed in the room seemed to calm her down a bit, she threw off her shoes and tried to think rationally. This person was her soulmate after all. They're supposed to be her true match-- her other half! So maybe they'll agree with her. Hebe doesn't really know why she thinks this way. Back when she was a teen, everyone around her just couldn't shut up about their soulmates. To Hebe soulmates sounded more like arranged marriages than chosen lovers. From the moment you're born you are destined to end up with this person. You have to end up with this person. No one, other than a Muggle, would date you.
Pulling herself underneath the covers Hebe shut her eyes and attempted to go to sleep. Tomorrow was gonna be a long day.