"It is not a curse, Draco. It is a gift. One that I bestowed on our family line generations ago. I’ve sat by for nearly 600 years and watched as descendant after descendant sullied my legacy and the memory of that legacy." Phillipe scowled as he watched the water flow downstream and Draco nearly laughed at the fury in his voice. "I imbued magic into our bloodline to ensure a perfect match for each male heir to the Malfoy line. I used a celestial event and blood magic to do so. As I said, this is not a curse, it is a blessing. The magic in your blood ensures a soulmate. A soul bond. The perfect match, the one whose magic is most compatible with your own, but also whose soul is the other half to yours. How could such a thing be a curse?"