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The mark had always been there—just below Harry’s collarbone, a thin line of gold that never changed. Hermione’s had flared years ago, when she met Ron. Even Neville’s had shimmered once, the day Luna kissed him under mistletoe.
Harry’s? Quiet. Dormant. Ordinary.
He’d accepted it, more or less. The war was over, he had work, friends, peace. A soulmate was… luxury.
Then came the Ministry gala.
He’d barely stepped through the enchanted doors when it happened—heat flaring under his skin, a pulse so sharp it stole his breath. The golden mark seared bright through his shirt, brighter than his lightning scar ever had.
And across the room, Draco Malfoy froze mid-conversation.
Harry’s heart stuttered. No way.
Malfoy’s eyes met his—silver, wide, and unmistakably glowing with that same golden shimmer. For a moment, the entire ballroom seemed to hush around them.
Then Draco’s expression flickered between disbelief and pure annoyance.
He downed his drink in one elegant motion and muttered,
“You have got to be joking.”
Harry blinked, half4 laughing despite the panic fluttering in his chest.
“Trust me, I’m just as thrilled.”
Their marks glowed brighter—like the universe was laughing too.
Later that night, after escaping to the Ministry’s rooftop garden, they stood in awkward silence under a sky full of constellations.
Harry rubbed the back of his neck. “So… soulmate.”
Draco sighed. “It would appear so.”
“You don’t sound excited.”
“I’m processing the fact that my supposed cosmic partner once turned me into a ferret.”
Harry laughed softly. “To be fair, that wasn’t me.”
Draco gave him a sideways glance, the faintest smirk tugging at his lips.
“You’re insufferable.”
“You’re glowing,” Harry pointed out.
Draco looked down. The mark on his wrist still shimmered faintly, matching Harry’s through his shirt.
For a long, quiet moment, they just stood there—two men bound by fate and history and something neither of them could name yet.
Finally, Draco said, quietly,
“Perhaps the universe isn’t joking after all.”