"Us.  I want there to be an us."  She took a breath, leaning forward against the table.  "The press will say things, horrible things likely.  But I can’t control them anymore than I can control a storm.  I don’t care what they say, or what they print, or what they imply.  I like the way you make me feel like none of that matters, like only I matter.  So yes, Draco, I want whatever this is between us.  I want to see where it goes.  I want you."