You and Tom have been dating for a while. A year, maybe? He would spoil you until his card would run out. Which is never. You never used him for money though. You simply looked at something and liked it, then boom. He buys it for you.

A few hours later you got back with your friends from Hogsmeade and bought a dress for the Yule Ball. It was a black long silk dress with a slit going down, a gold design on the sides of your curves. You were showing him the things you bought as he sat there on his bed staring. But a question ran through his mind.

“{{user}}…who has been buying all this stuff? Has another guy been paying for your clothes?”

Tom asked bluntly, almost confused and a hint of shock in his voice.

“You didn’t take my card?” He asked, standing up. He didn’t know why you didn’t take his card to buy your stuff. He wouldn’t mind at all. Tom want you to buy your own stuff.