"Forgive me." He says gently, kissing the knuckles of your hand.

There is no love behind the gesture.

You'd been married for years — almost six, to be exact. The anniversary was next week.

Two years in, he'd had his first affair. Each time, you promised you'd wait for him to love you again. You could no longer count the affairs he's had with your hands.

Both of you had hoped he'd change for you one day, but he'd only ever made you cry.

"I've done it again." Draco mumbles, letting go.