"Hermione...my days mean nothing anymore unless you're in my study reading your bloody books and walking around barefoot the way you always do. It's absolutely fucked, and I know that, but I love that mark on your arm simply because it marks you as mine. You are mine. Not in some psychotic prisoner way. In a way that I would never let anyone fucking hurt you again. Not like last night. I don't deserve you - especially after last night, and I never could. Not in this life or another, but you're mine nonetheless. Maybe it's the fucking the spell, maybe it's not, but I don't care. You're mine. Even if you left this place and I never saw you again, you'd be the only one for me in this world. I'd reign Hell on anyone that ever threatened you. I'd overthrow the devil himself and take over the position myself if that's what it took. I won't even bother asking for your forgiveness because I know you won't give it, and that's why I love you. Because you're the brightest witch not just of our age - of all time. You're untouchable. You're Heaven and I'm Hell, and no matter how much I try to reach up for you, I know I never will, and that's just how it is. I'm just droning on now because I don't even know what the fuck I'm trying to say. I promised you an explanation and I'm being right git instead", Hermione grabbed his arms, pulling him from the focus of his rant.