"Kiss me? You can do more than that if you like! Marry me, "Mione, marry me and be miiiine! We can run away to bhutan, sarajevo, casablanca, anywhere! I’ve loved you since the moment I set my eyes on you in third year! You’re the sunlight scattering through autumn leaves, black ink on the parchment of my heart! I never should have married Asstoria, I should have abandoned my father’s desires, forsaken my name, and run away with you! You, Hermione jean granger! Say you’ll me mine!"