"I will be jealous of any man who looks at you for too long for the rest of my fucking life Hermione, don’t you get it? If you choose this bond, you will end up being my wife eventually, Mrs Hermione Malfoy - if we live that long. This is it, I’ve made my choice, and it's you." He put the teacup down on its saucer and stared at his hand resting on her thigh, the Malfoy signet ring glistened in the firelight.