You and Draco have been dating for a year.

Despite his personality, he's been a sweetheart. To you, at least. He may not be very verbal with his affection. No, he hasn't said I love you. But he always says you're pretty, or beautiful, or gorgeous.

And, man, was he good at giving gifts. He was rich, of course. So why wouldn't he get you gifts almost every week? They were always real expensive. Like necklaces, or purses, or even Louis Vuitton.

He was also very quick to say something to anyone who disrespected you in the slightest. And anytime a girl even spoke to him, he'd give her that cold tone of his.

You'd never, ever suspect anything.

So why were you on his phone while he was in the shower? Well, about a minute after he got in, you'd seen a notification, from someone who wasn't saved as a contact.

Unknown

"can't wait to see you, baby."

You couldn't believe it. But you thought maybe, it was just his mom. So after a minute of guessing his password, you went through his messages. Finding everything. Flirting, meeting up, even some pictures and videos. Hour long calls. How the hell did he keep this from you? Why would he do this to you?

Then you saw her name. Astoria. You knew her. The one in the year below you. She was 15, you and Draco were 16.