"I do want to know you, Draco, I mean..." she looked into his eyes, "If you want me to love you, I need to love you, not my ideal of who you are."
"But I could offer the same to you, Draco. I want you to know who I am. You've seen a very limited piece of me, the side of me that comes out when the world is falling apart. I can be a right selfish bitch when I want to be. And right now? I am tired of taking care of everyone and picking up everyone's messes and making it all better. Just once, I want someone to want me to be happy instead of wanting me to make them happy."
She sighed rather dramatically. It felt good to utter those words to someone.