Charming Soul-Mates AU
Title: hello goodbye ('twas nice to know you)
Author: tamerofdarkstars
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 4,800
Summary:
Draco Malfoy thinks he might know whose thoughts are scrawling themselves on his skin, but that's crazy. Impossible, even. It has to be a mistake.
Why I loved it:
The 'Soul-Mates AU' fanfic trope is one we don't get enough of in H/D, and this is such a charming version of it. In this case, everyone has some magical writing on their body identifying the thoughts of their soul mate to them, albeit cryptically. For the longest time Draco's words just read Deatheater until the day he failed to identify Harry to his father, when the words changed to Why? He knows now that Harry is his soul-mate, but is he Harry's? Delightful and sweet 8th year story that delivers lovely feels.
Excerpt:
Draco glances at Harry’s parchment - Potter’s notes have faded into doodles, little snitches up and down the margins of his page.
The handwriting is clear and unmistakable. As if he had any doubt.
Draco scratches at his arm as his stomach tightens, guilt sitting heavy in his throat like he’s swallowed a lump of coal.
Harry Potter’s thoughts are inscribing themselves on his arm.
Logically, that should mean that the smudge Draco had glimpsed over Harry’s heart in the Great Hall should be his own perfect cursive.
Draco’s fingers clench his quill as Flitwick drones on up front about feeling the charm in your soul or something. It’s stupid - he knows it is. Just because Potter’s mind is unwittingly writing his thoughts on Draco’s arm doesn’t mean that it goes both ways.
The scrawl is magic - and like most magic, it’s fickle. Unpredictable. And not always perfect.
Note: If you liked this story, you will also want to read the companion piece: Hiding Scrawl, Licking Freckles, and Other Average Wizard Things which is about Seamus and Dean, but features Harry and Draco in the background. In fact, you should probably read that one first anyway, though you don't have to :)
Author: tamerofdarkstars
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 4,800
Summary:
Draco Malfoy thinks he might know whose thoughts are scrawling themselves on his skin, but that's crazy. Impossible, even. It has to be a mistake.
Why I loved it:
The 'Soul-Mates AU' fanfic trope is one we don't get enough of in H/D, and this is such a charming version of it. In this case, everyone has some magical writing on their body identifying the thoughts of their soul mate to them, albeit cryptically. For the longest time Draco's words just read Deatheater until the day he failed to identify Harry to his father, when the words changed to Why? He knows now that Harry is his soul-mate, but is he Harry's? Delightful and sweet 8th year story that delivers lovely feels.
Excerpt:
Draco glances at Harry’s parchment - Potter’s notes have faded into doodles, little snitches up and down the margins of his page.
The handwriting is clear and unmistakable. As if he had any doubt.
Draco scratches at his arm as his stomach tightens, guilt sitting heavy in his throat like he’s swallowed a lump of coal.
Harry Potter’s thoughts are inscribing themselves on his arm.
Logically, that should mean that the smudge Draco had glimpsed over Harry’s heart in the Great Hall should be his own perfect cursive.
Draco’s fingers clench his quill as Flitwick drones on up front about feeling the charm in your soul or something. It’s stupid - he knows it is. Just because Potter’s mind is unwittingly writing his thoughts on Draco’s arm doesn’t mean that it goes both ways.
The scrawl is magic - and like most magic, it’s fickle. Unpredictable. And not always perfect.
Note: If you liked this story, you will also want to read the companion piece: Hiding Scrawl, Licking Freckles, and Other Average Wizard Things which is about Seamus and Dean, but features Harry and Draco in the background. In fact, you should probably read that one first anyway, though you don't have to :)