"You ready yet?" Draco's voice is muffled by the slightly closed door, and Astoria inhales deeply, shaky hands reaching for her jewelry. She hooks on earring onto her ear, securing it, and the door swings open, Draco's face appearing in the reflection behind her.

"Tori? Did you hear me?"

"Yes, of course." She replied, reaching for the opposite earring. "I'm just waiting."

It had been 4 weeks since she had found the condom wrapper in his coat pocket. At first, it had confused her; they didn't use condoms. In the two years of their marriage, they'd only used potions, as most Wizarding couples. The discover had been like a punch to the cut. It's brilliant, truly, how such a small piece of crumbled foil can ruin her entire adult life.

She hadn't brought it up to him, wasn't entirely sure how. She knew if confronted, he probably wouldn't deny it. He would most likely own up to it entirely, and ask for a divorce, which is why she wouldn't ask. She wasn't ready yet, wasn't sure when she'd be ready.

"Waiting for what?" Draco asks, fiddles with his cufflinks. Astoria hooks the earring, her tongue like sandpaper.

"For you," she replies, eyes flicking up in the mirror to his face. He isn't looking at her, his attention on the cufflinks. "I'm waiting for you."

"To do what?" His voice is impatient, frustration creasing his brow when he looks up. Astoria turns, facing him, and his frustration crumbles to confusion when he takes in her teary eyes.

She swallows, purses her lips. "To leave me."