She had confessed her love for him, with those languid and innocent eyes. In her words, there was always the purity of a healthy youth. He had sensed the sincerity of her feelings - strong as a first love - and had wanted them all for himself. Somewhere inside him, he realized that Rose spoke the truth: he had nothing left but her. She was his last chance to be loved by a woman. After her, no one else would ever again crawl into his bed at night, showing herself naked and asking to be impregnated. Not even Hermione would have done that.