*First year*
Draco was pissed. His grip of the goblet of pumkin juice tightened until his knuckles turned red. 'How dare Potter refuse his hand?! That too for a Weasel!' He stared at the raven haired from across the hall and wanted nothing more then shout and scream at him. It was sufficed to say his first meal in the Great Hall was ruined.
As soon as the prefect left their dorm Draco rushed to the bathroom and he splashed some water on his face. Taking a deep breath he looked at the ring which was a bright golden. He remembered how it was blue for almost two months before and scoffed. 'Hmphh! The prat must have been upset about not getting his way or something.' Draco couldn't believe he was actually worried. Changing into his night clothes he went to his bed closing the curtains without uttering a word.
He laid there for an hour before he realised he will never get to be friends with his soulmate and tears started falling uncontrollably. All those years wishing for someone who would understand him and trust him will now only be silly wishes. His ring, which was still golden now reminded him of the cruel reality. He wanted to scratch it off but knew that wasn't possible. He decided he would owl his mother with the unfortunate news and ask her to send some more gloves. He had only packed a pair thinking he would...foolish thought really. He also decided he will make Potter's life miserable just like he made his.
*Third year*
Draco looked in the mirror trying to see whether the wounds have finally healed. 'Stupid Granger and her punches' At least at a certain level he was even now. He hadn't seen Father during the summer break but Mother was livid with him. She didn't take him on any trips and made him swear not to say that word ever again. He may not use the word again but he certainly hated Granger even more now.
He opened his case of gloves which was one of his most prideful possession. Starting from silk and satin to chiffon and cashmere he had all kinds now. And he was sure by fifth year he would have a wardrobe full. Pansy was a bit nosy at first but then she had let go after seeing how it angered him. He picked up a silk green glove and slipped it on his hand, looking in the mirror one last time before joining the others for breakfast.
*Fourth year*
Eleven year-old Draco would have jumped at the opportunity to go to the Yule ball with his soulmate. Things were certainly different now. Not only his bint of a soulmate entered a competition that might actually kill him but he was also blaming him for the badges. Yes he did the charm work but it was the initiative of the whole house and not only him.
And now the prat was dancing no more like stumbling with one of the Patil sisters, who Draco actually had some respect for and felt sorry for her. Later as he danced with Pansy he saw the two thirds of the trio just sitting there and when the scarhead's date actually left him he couldn't help but snicker.
*Fifth year*
He didn't want to believe Potter but there were signs. His father, who would hardly be around before except the 'make Malfoys proud' lectures was often at home during the summer break and had various 'visitors'. His mother had taken him away to France after a week and refused to speak about his father. She had numerous letters coming in and didn't even allow him to read the covers.
And that stupid Umbitch. Draco hated her but father had owled him informing him to follow her. Even Crabbe and Goyle could see how crazy the bint was. And stupid Potter was running secret clubs and he had to catch them. The year really couldn't be worse.
*Sixth year*
Worse. Worse. Worse. He pulled his hair as Myrtle told him to stop. He looked dead. He felt dead. He was MARKED. And none of his stupid gloves would cover them. His hands were constantly covered with gloves now unlike before when he took the them off to see his ring. He hated his ring mark! He hated the stupid Mark. He hated his fucking mission. But mother, if he doesn't protect no one will certainly not Lucius, that bloody coward choosing a fucking madman over his family.
He splashed his face with water and looked at the dead eyes staring back at him. Suddenly he noticed someone behind him and he trembled for a second before holding his wand tightly and turning back. Greys eyes meet green ones. He doesn't even remember what he was saying as he casted Crucio wondering whether it will actually hit the prat when he felt thousands of knives slicing him. As the blood spilled he wondered if this is how he was suppose to go. At least he didn't finish the fucking cupboard. A small laugh which turned into a groan escaped him along with the tears as he realised this is how Potter would know they were soulmates. Ha! Hilarious.
*Seventh year*
The Manor once filled with memories of his childhood was tainted. He could hardly breathe and the only thing keeping him going was the ring. Thankfully his mother had helped him master Occlumency and his secret was safe. He would stare at it while he was locked in his room hiding from Greyback wishing for the safety of the last hope.
He gripped his hand as he started at the maimed face. Others might have not recognised but staring at those fucking green eyes years together well... His nails drew moons over the leather gloves and he felt a bit sick.
"I am not sure."
He felt bile coming up as Granger screamed and felt himself shake. Suddenly Potter and Weasley came out of nowhere. Mother started attacking so he followed. Dobby appeared and then there was havoc and as he Potter coming towards him he loosed his hand. But instead of taking his own he took Draco's. Fucking arse leaving him wandless with the madman. Great.
*Battle of Hogwarts*
He was in front of the Come and Go room weeping along with Goyle. He suddenly felt his finger grow heavier. Panicking he took off his gloves to find a black ring on his finger. He totally blanked not knowing what he should do. Suddenly he heard the Dark Lord calling for everyone. Dizzy he went to where everyone was gathered. He stood beside Luna when he noticed the body in the Hagrid's arms and dropped to the ground covering his mouth. Luna left out a small gasp as she took in the black ring and the situation. She knew.
As Potter jumped out of Hagrid's hand he couldn't help but give a small shout of cheer. He quickly pushed the others aside and threw his wand the raven haired. His mother hand pulled him away as the battle started and he felt a somewhat unexpected peace knowing there is a chance. And later when he was arrested he couldn't help let out a small smile while twisting his black ring. <3