𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 ━━ 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐨 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐟𝐨𝐲

2. The Curse

Days blurred as I waited for the upcoming news of my ancestor's prized possession. For the life of me, why must it be cursed, because no doubt it wouldn't be if anyone else inherited the stupid ring. You must see it from my perspective. The first girl in my family. Finally being seen and inheriting an heirloom. Only for it to be taken away from me because it has ancient magic written in its history.

I hide myself under the cloak, one borrowed from Potter himself, as he's sure that this would get me to like him. So very sure. As if, no it won't, but it's good to know that I can use it to my advantage, whenever I am desperate enough to ask for the thing. My head can be so clouded at times that I often forget.

None of my friends need to know of this; it's not often that I do have something to hide from them. I don't see any of them asking so it's not like they'd care about what I get up to.

I knock on the door leading into the Potion's classroom. Joining me was some company, of whom, I didn't expect to even care about this cursed object.

Draco Malfoy.

And his mother.

I gulp, hoping it wasn't heard. And so, I make my way over, quickly, not wanting to waste anyone's time. You never know what a lady of a house might need to get back to during the night. Something rather suspicious mind you. I could understand how certain people got paranoid rather quickly as it does play with your thoughts, whether you like it or not.

"Miss. Weasley, very nice of you to join us."

I hid the cloak inside my bag hoping to shield it from any curious visitors, before I came in. It was just going to make things ten times worse if I had it on display.

"Might you know Mrs. Malfoy? I'm aware you're already aware of who her son is."

I didn't hold my hand out for anyone to shake unsure of how this was going to play out. Perhaps, it would've been smart, to tell someone of this, just so someone knows where to come looking for me.

"Miss. Weasley... the eldest daughter? Correct?" Comments Mrs. Malfoy, she gives a polite smile before talking again. "I believe your youngest..."

"My younger sister is none of your concern," I warned.

Mrs. Malfoy recovered quickly. "My apologies, it was only polite chit-chat."

This was meeting was starting to weird me out as I didn't know what to make of it. Malfoy himself was eerily quieter than normal putting on an entirely new persona. I eyed him trying to see if I could get any clear observations but all are foggy, it wasn't my strong suit. My attention switched to focusing on the Professor.

My body was diagonal so that everyone was in my front vision with my wand in my hand, ready to use. There were rumours of the Malfoy dynasty being tied with Voldemort, and it only got worse as times darken. People didn't want to be wary of everyone but it was so difficult to not be as rumours spread like wildfire. And it's always better to be safe than sorry.

"That heirloom is in the wrong household," spoke Professor Snape, slowly, so every word was heard and he didn't have to repeat himself. "The engraved message reads 'The ancient noble house of Black. Mrs. Malfoy is one of many sisters within the household still honouring the family name. I'm afraid that this ring was stolen by one of your ancestors, and it has to be returned, otherwise something dreadful might happen."

I dared to ask a question. "What dreadful thing will happen?"

"An ancient curse which ties an ancestor of each family member until the ring is rightfully returned to its owner."

"And those people would be Malfoy and I?"

"Yes."

"No one wants a Gryffindor and a Slytherin to be together and that's just a fact," states Mrs. Malfoy, knowing that everyone will agree with her. "I might suggest that it's returned so this ordeal can be over before anyone finds out."

"So, you can protect your heritage?" I speak out loud, trying to wind everyone up. "Might I suggest we see how this plays out."

"No you may not!" Squealed Mrs. Malfoy. "How very dare you take light to this awful situation. My son will not be cursed. I should hope that you had common sense in that brain of yours, but clearly it doesn't run in your family. I have places to be and I should hope that you can respect my time."

I grin, pretty pleased with the reaction I received.

"Who has return the ring? Professor?" Asked Mr. Malfoy.

Professor made a small 'humph,' before speaking again. "Unfortunately, the curse betrays the heirs, not the thief, and due to their being two heirs then it would curse both."

"Malfoy and me?"

"Yes, Miss. Weasley."

I carry on the interrogation. "Why both of us?"

"The ancient magic of the House of Black was created to stop betrayal. One ancestor must've lost the ring. One must've stolen it. And so, the curse begins, once the ancient heirloom is passed down to the next generation. The ring will choose its heirs to betray once passed down to the descendants. Malfoy is the heir of the black house. Miss. Weasley was chosen by the ring."

"No one can break the curse until both choose to end it," I finish the speech finally realising. "I've already joked that I won't end the curse which means we have to see how it plays out."

Professor Snape stays silent allowing every party to process this information. I was going to have to tell my family without much choice. No one should find out from reading the newspapers, or their boss telling them. That means I was going to be in deep trouble and there was no escaping the punishment that comes with it.