Any preparation would have to wait.

School came first, and a promise was made that any classwork would be completed before our return to Hogwarts.

After the study session was completed, coursework carefully crafted, changing similar wording to our own voices. It took the entire day. Darkness rests upon the clouds. Though, darkness here was gone, the curse was cured, so it lifted a lot of the stress that fell on our shoulders.

We could finally relax and enjoy the time spent together.

My relaxation was stopped.

I still couldn't help but think of my grandmother. How she was disowned for loving someone with my surname. How she had to endure losing her entire family and status. There was no reason for her to go through the trauma. My heart breaks for the woman who helped to raise her grand-babies without the support.

Draco Malfoy was turned into my grandfather. The man of many smart words, and always the trooper when it came to the family matters.

Any feelings that was caught was definitely gone. I understood our family tree was somehow connected in one way or another.

"Who is Cedrella?" I ask, blankly looking at Draco.

"Your grandmother?" He replies, smartly.

"That's not what I mean."

He turns to look at me. "But you asked it?"

I talked to a five-year-old. "How is she linked to your family?"

Ink drops onto the parchment from the quill while it hovers above it. The ink was never turned into words only growing into a blob. Any sentence following the blob, would have to be, a small square, and move towards the right of the parchment.

He had the money to waste on a new sheet and didn't seem to care about his carelessness.

My parchment was spotless. A quill was borrowed, so I put it into, a small holder made from fake gold.

The holder is a long pole, with a small grabber, in the middle of it where the quill rests inside. A little dish was beneath the sharpened point leaving it to catch any spillage. Ink available to be melted and re-used in a later date.

It was something that I was considering to save up for.

Draco wasn't answering the question. Oblivious, to the growing annoyance that I owned. He sat fiddling with the quill not caring about the mess of the ink. That's when the previous stains of ink became noticeable, and splattered around the desk. Fiddling with the quill was a continuous mannerism which wasn't going to be changed overnight.

He didn't seem to like the question asked. But there has been a history, of us, purposefully ignoring one another to try wind the other up.

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My fingers click in front of his face, and that's when he decided to turn to face me and give a smirk. Proud of his work that he got underneath my skin.

I changed the words. "How does your family know of Cedrella?"

His smirk faded. "Any family member that is disowned is not allowed to be talked about in the house. It's disrespectful to the family."

I scoff, anger rising. "Bullshit. You purebloods have history lessons in your free time, and I'm aware it is to play dirty."

"You're a pureblood too!" It was as if Draco was all emotional unable to handle the frustration bubbling inside of him.

I couldn't pinpoint as to why. 

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"And I don't deny it. What I don't like, is when a pureblood, happily ignores what is going on and won't do anything about it."

Draco was just as loud as I was. "And what's that!" He snaps, glaring almost smugly. "Go on! You have absolutely no understanding of what the heirs actually go through. We stand there knowing of the history. We act like we don't know. We have to.

"Any chance Potter gets he will accuse us of dark magic without even hesitating."

He takes a minute to catch his breath continuing the rant in a calmer voice.

"You just watch on accepting it the accusation.

"The moment the purest line ends is when the world goes into an alternate universe. Acting as if our history, our names, didn't existence, and everything that is worked towards is gone just like that."

Draco clicks his fingers in front me just like I did to him. A parallel that spoke volumes without having to add any subtitles to the behaviour.

He finally let go of the quill. The quill rests on the parchment completely soaking it in funeral-black.

He finally answers. "Family trees aren't something I understand well. But from my recollection, Cedrella is a distant cousin of my mother and something removed when it comes to me. I was ordered to keep shut about our connection to the Weasley's because others forget."

Distant cousins is what connects us. That's why the rings chose us to curse because it wanted us to remember.

"It won't be secret for long," whispers Draco.

"The creator of the ring knows," I whisper.

"I figured it out two curses ago."

A subtle brag better to be ignored. 

Our fight fizzled into understanding that that connection was why the ring chose us to mess with. Others would've happily ignored it. 

AUTHOR'S NOTE 

The family connection really surprised me when it came to learning about it. Honestly, the whole pureblood line, is interlaced with another one in an odd way and you'll learn if you research into it. I found it hard to ignore. 

Hope you can understand, why, I might not want Adora and Draco to date when there was such a big connection. Are you able to read for the drama to come? Trust me, this drama, is one you want to keep reading. 

The friendship  of Adora and Draco is worth reading.