"Draco?"
"Yes, love?"
"Do you love me?"
"What do you think?"
"I think you love me."
"Then I must."
"And if I thought you wanted to marry me? Must you?"
"I guess I ought, I'm sure."
"And if I thought you wanted to have children with me?"
"Then I could perhaps be persuaded that I would want so."
"Draco, do you love me?"
"What do you think, love?"
"I think you love me."
"If I think I don't?"
"Then I'd think you are deluding yourself."
"How so?"
"Well, you are here every night. You are here every weekend you don't have to work and you take me to every social occasion as your companion. You buy me gifts on Valentine's Day and you spend your birthdays with me. I sometimes feel like we're married. You leave your sox on the floor in my living room, you leave the toilet seat up, you get new gadgets and instead of setting them up in the manor, you set them up here, in my flat. You complain when I have to go out of town, or when I don't make your favorite meal for too long. You bring food when you know I've had a long day at work. You've taken over managing my investments. You fight with me over which muggle movie or serial to watch first from our TIVO list and you sometimes delete shows I recorded if the memory is getting too low. When you're asleep and I come to bed late, you roll over and hug me. Once you even told me in your sleep that you missed me. When other men hit on me, you are a right git to them and you chase them away. You've been doing that for 2 years. You braved telling Harry, Ron, the Weasleys and my dad that we were together. You started paying your house elves, which made half of them quit in protest. You've kept me safely tucked away from bumping into Narcissa and Lucius. You held me the whole night that Crookshanks died and you never once laughed at me when I eulogized him as you buried him in that little garden. Inexplicably you always know when I'm feeling sad and you hold my hand and kiss my hair. Somehow you always know. How do you know? I don't let you use Legilimency on me, as I am skilled at Occlumency. You call me 'love', you would choke before calling anyone else 'love'. You make me laugh more than anyone else. You never laugh, but you laugh with me. When you hug me, I feel like I'm home. When you touch me, I feel as if we are meant to be, as if it all fits. Sometimes I feel like I'm living a dream. Am I living in a dream Draco? Am I going to wake up?"
"You are awake, love."
"Draco?"
"Yes, love."
"Marry me?"
"The muggle way, the wizard way or both?"