He knew her argument. He had been expecting it. "Your grandfather wouldn't want you to be happy? Is he so against anyone with the name Malfoy, or who was sorted into a stupid wrong House in school that he would deny you happiness?" he asked, standing and approaching her again. He grabbed hold of her hands and tilted his head down to catch her eyes. "Lil, we shouldn't have to sacrifice our love for them. They don't even know me... They hate me on principal," he said angrily.