In the wizarding world, everyone receives a soulmark the moment they realize they’re in love with their soulmate. Everyone except me. And Draco Malfoy. No one understands why we’re even friends. It started with an unlikely partnership in first year and somehow turned into seven years of late-night study sessions, endless teasing, Hogsmeade trips, and always choosing each other without a second thought. Everyone at Hogwarts assumes we’re dating. We’re not. What neither of us knows is that soulmarks have one forgotten exception. If two soulmates are equally oblivious to their feelings, neither mark will appear until both of them realize the truth. So while our friends place bets on when we’ll finally get together, we continue insisting we’re “just best friends”—completely unaware that the answer we’ve both been searching for has been standing beside us all along.