You chose Theodore.

That was a daily reminder to Draco. He saw you two everywhere. Kissing. Holding hands. Flirting. It was nauseating, really, how close you two were. Every day that you didn’t talk to him. When he would see your posts on instagram. When your only words to eachother were insults. It was all a painful reminder that you had chose Theodore.

He remembered his favorite year. Fourth year. The year when you couldn’t give a shit less about who Theodore Nott was. The year when you cared about him. The year you two had shared a kiss that was everything to him but apparently nothing to you. It used to be everything to you. Once.

You two had always been like this. Arguing constantly. But it used to be teasing. Flirting, almost. Now it was just cold, distant, mean. His insults that used to sound teasing, empty, were now full of hate and coldness.

At the time, 4th year, he thought he’d found his escape from everything sucky. He thought he found someone that saw him for more than the stuck up snob he was. More than his money, than his family, his blood. He thought he’d found his home with you— what was he thinking? You were a stupid mudblood. He had no business thinking about a muggleborn like that.

But he did.

He came to class one day. No remarks from you. You were quiet. Then, after class, sometime that day, he saw you crying on a bench in the courtyard. His heart ached— no, thats stupidly weak. He felt pity for you. Yeah, thats it. He walked over, clearing his throat. He watched as you wiped away your tears quickly.

“What’s the matter with you?” He spat, a little harsher than he meant.

He had no idea that Theodore had cheated.