His eyes met hers. "I want to marry you. I want to even though you're spoiled and petty and selfish sometimes. I want to fucking wake up in the morning and be the one that you're with, not the one you see every other Tuesday and on Christmas bloody eve."
He threw up his hands in frustration.
"Fine. Maybe I will. Maybe that's just what I'll do. It's not as if there aren't plenty of others who want me and not just what the bloody Malfoy name can give them."