Upon noticing Potter’s startled look, Draco realised that he probably wasn’t meant to know exactly what house he was living in, especially not going on that little. It was a very different deal for Draco, who’s name was literally on the door and thus couldn’t run away from it. However, it was very out of the norm for a Potter to be making their life in a Black house; those two bloodlines only crossing extremely rarely.<br/>“Your godfather was my mother’s cousin,” Draco reminded him, having spend a considerable amount of time studying his own family history; some forced and some voluntarily.<br/>Despite all the horrors attributed to both sides of Draco’s family, he still found it fascinating to find history records so well documented that he hadn’t been able to resist the deep dive. It also meant that he recognised the address of Grimmauld Place, and not so much because he happened to know that he had once visited as a child.<br/>“Aunt Walburga adored my mother, so she regularly asked us to visit, but we rarely did.”