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Everyone at Hogwarts wakes up one morning with a colour on their wrist. One colour. One soulmate. The magic is ancient, impossible to fake and apparently incapable of being wrong. For most students, discovering their soulmate is exciting. For y/n, it is a nightmare, because the colour appearing around her wrist belongs to the one person she has spent years absolutely despising. He is her longest-standing enemy, the boy she has argued with since first year, the person she cannot stand to be in the same room with for more than five minutes and the person she has sworn, repeatedly and very seriously, she would never fall for. Unfortunately for her, his wrist is glowing the exact same colour.