"I love you, Draco. I’m sorry I didn’t say it sooner, earlier" she said, looking up into his eyes so he knew that she was serious. "After six months, I still love you. I know I can’t promise it will all work out between us. But I can promise that I’ll love you in your weak moments, when you make those horrible jokes only you find funny; and in your stubborn moments, too, when you push me away. My love will remain when you’re happy, and when you’re sad– I'll love you more. I want the imperfections, the baggage, everything. I want you when you can’t make up your mind about what you want. I want you even though you drink your coffee with far too much sugar. I want to hear you read Greek poetry to me, and I want to know far more than your favorite color, and that you like cats. I want to know every single piece of that you want to hide. Draco Malfoy, I want you. Every single thing that comes with you."