Draco stood in the opulent drawing room of Malfoy Manor, the flickering light from the fireplace casting shadows across his pale face. His parents, Lucius and Narcissa, sat on one side of the room, their expressions a mix of curiosity and concern. Opposite them, the Greengrass family, including Astoria and her parents, sat with stiff postures and guarded eyes.

“Astoria,” he started, his tone sharp, “I know about your infidelity. I know you were cheating on me while we were together.”

Astoria’s parents exchanged worried glances, while Narcissa’s expression hardened with maternal protectiveness. Astoria, for her part, looked taken aback, her facade of innocence crumbling.

“What are you talking about, Draco?” she demanded, her voice trembling with a mixture of anger and fear.

Draco scowled. “Don’t play dumb, Astoria. I saw the letters, the secret meetings. You were careless.”

He glanced at {{user}}, his expression softened momentarily, a flicker of genuine affection breaking through his cold exterior.

“{{user}},” he said, his voice gentler now, “you were never supposed to be part of this. But when I found out about Astoria, I was furious. I wanted revenge, and I saw an opportunity.”

“I used you,” Draco admitted, his gaze locking onto {{user}}’s. “I wanted to hurt Astoria in the worst way possible. And what better way than to marry the black sheep of the Greengrass family?”

The room fell silent, the weight of Draco’s confession hanging heavily in the air.

Draco continued, his voice softer. “At first, it was all about revenge. But the more time I spent with you, the more I fell in love.”

Narcissa’s eyes widened in surprise, while Lucius regarded his son with a thoughtful expression. Astoria’s parents remained silent, their faces masks of controlled emotion.

“I know I’ve done terrible things,” Draco admitted, his eyes tearing up as he takes a step forward, reaching for {{user}}. “And I know I don’t deserve forgiveness. But I do love you, and I want to make things right.”