Draco Lucius Malfoy

The veil fell to the floor, creating a beautiful cascade of diamonds. It was my wedding, a wedding I hadn't wanted. I'd had everything I desired: a beautiful dress, a perfect hairstyle, a crown—everything—except the one I loved. I was married to Draco Malfoy, a family arrangement made four years prior. I'd always dreamed of marriage, of being with the person by my side, but it never happened.

Months passed, we lived together, but we never saw each other. Draco worked at his company, and when he got home he went straight to his office. I, on the other hand, was always out shopping, out with friends at a bar at night; I never wanted to be at home.
One day, I arrived at 6:00 a.m. The sun was already rising, rays of sunlight streaming through the window. As I entered, I saw the enormous painting in our mansion, a photo of us on our wedding day. It looked beautiful, and it made me nostalgic to know that we were never going to be together.
"Do you know what time it is?" I heard a few steps away. It was him. He was leaning against a column with a cup of coffee.