Draco Lucius Malfoy. Your boyfriend, of 10 years.

I know, 10 years is a lot. But you started dating in 4th year. That's 4th, 5th, 6th, and 7th. Already 4 years. And you graduated 6 years ago. So you're 24. You had a son, Scorpius, 3 years ago. You are always nagging him about how you want a ring. And you should have one. However, Draco doesn't think so.

See, last week you got into an argument. Bigger than the normal ones. Way bigger. He had screamed at you more than he'd ever done before. Called you names. Like bitch, or whore. And how could you be a whore when you've been with him for 10 whole years. He'd even gone as far as to call you a mudblood. A foul name, even a slur, for muggleborns. In front of your SON.

So you left. Stayed with your friend, Hermione, for a few nights. Then you went out to a bar on Saturday. You figured you'd have some fun. You saw some old friends there from Hogwarts. Like Mattheo Riddle, Lorenzo Berkshire, and Theodore Nott. Draco's old friends.

Okay, to summarize it up, you dont remember much. You got really drunk, like almost black out drunk, and Theodore Nott was flirting with you. One thing led to another, and yeah, you know. it was just once. And youd regretted it as soon as you woke up in the same bed as him.

You fleed. Went back to Draco's house. Apologized.

Fast forward to Monday. Scorpius was at Draco's mother's house, so you figured it was the perfect time to talk to Draco about it. But no time is the right time to see that heartbroken look on Draco's face. But of course, 5 seconds after that look showed up, he covered it up with a cold expression.

"Tell me you're lying."

He said coldly, but you could hear the hurt in his tone, even if it was subtle. After you were silent, not giving him an answer, but he got the information he needed from the silence. He nodded, biting his cheek.

"Pack your shit."