𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 ━━ 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐨 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐟𝐨𝐲

3. Telling The Girls/Pinky Promise

I already knew the reactions that I was going to get from telling the truth; part of me, didn't want to hear them. Sometimes wasn't great either because it meant that it wasn't good to say something nasty. And, for me, I don't think I could win, with either side of the coin. It shouldn't be this difficult but it was.

Gryffindors and Slytherins are mortal enemies becoming an ancient rule of each house. No one was going to change that.

"I just don't get why Malfoy was targeted," whispers Hermione, usually someone who understood things.

My mouth opens and closes as I didn't know how to respond. It's been two weeks since finding out the news of the curse, but I haven't had the guts to tell anyone. Imagine: a magical heirloom from The House of Weasley's was actually stolen from The Noble and Ancient House of Black. No one is going to believe it and then there would be more questions and more answers that I would need to create.

Ginny points the spotlight over me. "You've been awfully quiet."

I might as well get it over with, but when I tried to create the vowels of the words nothing came out of my mouth. Silence. My index finger points to my throat trying to mime that the something has cursed me too. There was nothing I could do but wait it out. It was because of me that the curse has taken place.

"Hermione, is it just me or is Adora not able to talk?" Asks Ginny, whispering it so that no one can eavesdrop. "I don't like the sound of this but I think there's something terrible happening."

The curse of the ring was mysterious ancient magic, so someone had to be smart enough to know it inside and out. My worry was that nobody was going to know it.

Malfoy and I are going to have to go through trial and errors to break the ancient magic. Trust me, spending time with that boy was not what I wanted to happen. Why did I have to be the chosen heir of the ring? It couldn't be one of my brothers? OR someone else who TRULY deserved this as karma?

Hermione was smart enough to suggest: "I've got my notebook and ink."

The Gryffindor was empty for once because there was a match on. But with the weather getting chillier, us girls, opted to have time together, so that we can catch up on what's been going on. It was rather nice and let me think like a girl for once. I just wish we can do this more often.

A textbook was used as a hand-made table as we got comfortable in front of the roaring fire behind us. It didn't matter what the stupid title was. I just cared about coming clean about the curse hoping it might bring back my voice. A truth for a curse? That's how those muggle stories ended when we studied them in muggle class.

Hermione's feather quill was one from the cheaper sections from the store. You could always tell as the newer ones have a grip to the bone-part of the quill. This was something I was used to using so I wouldn't embarrass myself anymore than I already have. Once the Muggle notebook was laid on a new spreadsheet, I angled it so that it would be the right side up and started to write down the story.

My little sister waited patiently, knowing after many fights, that patience was the key of not arguing. I kid you not that has solved most of them just by letting people talk.

I scribble down what I knew in my best hand writing so that it could be read.

The quill was handed back to Hermione, which she wiped clean and placed back in her extendable bag. I made sure to close the cap of the ink bottle so that it wouldn't spill. Before I turned the notebook around, so it nobody had to move around to read it the right way up. I didn't make any judgement right away knowing it would get me nowhere.

"The ring was stolen from the House of Black?" Clarified Hermione, looking up between the notebook and myself. "I don't understand why a Weasley would do that."

"Pettiness," answered Ginny. "It runs in our heart."

I nod along showing that I agreed with her.

Hermione wasn't really talking to anyone else as she was speaking her thoughts out-loud. "And you were chosen by the ring? Because it curses both heirs until the issue is resolved by the two of you... I don't think I've ever seen a magical artefact do this to someone else."

"Was Professor Snape any help?" asks Ginny, hoping to understand it herself. "I bet he was just sarcastic though as always; I wish I could curse him."

I put my finger on my nose signalling that she was right on the dot.

"What about Malfoy? Any stupid comments?"

I shake my head, beginning to get frustrated that I couldn't just respond normally. The boys are going to be back soon and I know that I would need my girl-friends to help me with discussing it with them. I didn't want to even jinx a bad reaction at this point. None of them like the Malfoy's due to thinking they are Death-Eaters without much proof towards it, apart from other relatives. All I wanted to do was relax but I couldn't even talk.

"Do the boys know?" Asked Hermione, her brow raising as she thought about it.

I didn't answer hoping that was enough.

Ginny was quick. "Let's let Adora and Malfoy sort it out and only tell them if it gets worse."

Hooking my pinky finger into an arch, before putting it in the middle waiting for the girls to link theirs to mine. All of them did in a matter of seconds. The promise was in place meaning it was only us, Professor Snape, and the Malfoy's that know of this curse. Everybody else was going to have to leave it to their imagination.