Prologue
Draco was staring at the ceiling of his room again, it was late… he knew it, but he just couldn't close his eyes for the sake of his life. He was at his dorm in the Slytherin tower, he could hear Vince snoring on the other side of his room, fed up with not being able to sleep. He got up, and was about to head the way out of the dorm when he heard Blaise, one of his best friends, mumbling to him:
— Where are you going, it's bloody 2 AM Draco?
—Out— he simply said in response — Don't worry, I won't loose points…. Good night Blaise- he added and left the room.
He got out of the common room and went to the astronomy tower, the place always calmed him down, when the boy got there he found himself looking at Potter. Who was sitting on the edge of the tower, gazing at the stars. She was with her nightgown and a robe…. A Slytherin green robe and he had to admit she looked perfect in that colour.
“What? Why do you think she looks good?” he asked himself.
Well, you see, for Draco, admitting Potter looked good and beautiful at stuff wasn't a problem anymore, he had stopped trying to deny it in the fourth year. When she entered the Yule ball in a wonderful red dress that suited her perfectly, and the lucky Fred Weasley who had her in his arms.
Draco in the fifth year had to admit that the twins were nothing like the others of their family.
How did he know that? Well, Draco, Pansy, Blaise Theo and Greg had all been quite close to Adrian and Marcus who was admittedly dating Oliver Wood, they all would chill in the Slytherin tower. Of course, Marcus would find a way to sneak his boyfriend sometimes and in one of these times the twins went along, and they all had a considerable good time. He woke up from his trance and Potter was still looking at the sky, unaware of his presence on the tower. He decided somehow that it was a good idea for him to try and peacefully talk to Potter.
So he gave one step to her, and the floor creaked… she looked at him.
Draco froze, the emerald green eyes piercing through his soul, but there was something different. One thing Draco knew was Potter's eyes, they were splendid, and one of the reasons for all the teasing he did. He loved having the attention of the green orbs at him. He noticed there were tears on her face, a lot of them. And he at the moment didn't know why, but he just wanted to take her and protect her from everything in the world that could harm her.
“WHAT! NO, you hate her, you always have she is an attention seeker” He thought to himself
—What are you doing here, Malfoy?- She asked, the voice wasn't cold at all, it was tearful.
The blond boy realized that she was hurt, and he found himself panicking because she looked so sad and broken that he didn't exactly know how to act.
And Malfoy’s never lost their posture.
Malfoy always knew how to act.
The only time he saw a Malfoy lose its posture and act was his father, once his mother was crying, and it finally hit him.
Potter was his soulmate.
“No Way!” he thought, “No bloody way”.
One of the rings he would always wear was a gold band, and it was enchanted, it helped his grandparents and parents find themselves, the heir would go and describe the perfect wife or husband for them and the ring would find the best option for them. The ring would find their soulmate… even if it wasn't what they asked for.
Then Malfoy remembered that his parents took him to Gringotts earlier that year to put the ring on. The thing was that they would normally find the soulmate in one or two years, it was the first time the ring found the soulmate so early.
And finally, Draco realized that the urge to protect her was because of this, Potter was the one for him.
And he hated her for it, he hated himself for it, and especially he hated the ring for choosing stupid Potter as his soulmate.
“No there must be a mistake, I hate her, there's no possible way I will ever like her at the least.” he thought to himself as he ran as far away from Potter as possible.
No.
There was no way.
Draco, that night, made himself a promise…that he would despise Potter with all his body and strength, that he would hate her with all his mind.
And a Malfoy never breaks a promise.