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He never says he loves her. Never has in all the time that they have been together. When she pulls out of their long embrace, bodies disentangling from themselves there is no gentle kiss or warm embrace. It makes her sad.
Oh, he smiles and nods his head in satisfaction, but it is a satisfaction of the body only. No heart too it.
When they part company, there is not even a peck upon the cheek to show that she might mean more to him than a simple one night stand. He fails to wrap his arms around her in one last embrace of the evening. And it is always evening when she leaves. Never has she stayed the night.
He never says he loves her when she comes back the next day. When he seduces her with his words and charm. His long arms take her roughly in as he playfully bites at her neck and breast. Not even in the most intense or intimate moments of their passion does he utter anything other than a fierce cry of joy as his passion peeks, or a satisfied groan as hers peek as well.
When they are out together, he does not hold her hand or look at her with the eyes of a lover. Yet even so, there are little things he does do. Sometimes, when he lets his guard down a touch, he will hug her in the open. He will let his hand linger on her back while a smile plays upon his lips or run his fingers through her thick hair and stare off into the distance. He opens doors for her without a word.
He almost always lets her pick the activities they partake in. Most of all, he lets her talk about anything and everything, giving a nod or a casual comment where appropriate, even perking up and giving his own opinion when the mood strikes him, showing that he was indeed listening carefully no matter how bored he appeared.
He never takes a bite of food before she does, even if they are eating from separate plates, and leaves the last spoonful of desert for her alone. Once when he thought she had fallen asleep on the couch, he had carefully tucked a blanket in around her to keep her warm before he left her house.
So when Draco Malfoy casually tossed a small gift wrapped box onto her lap with a shrug, she opened it without a second thought. And when Pansy Parkinson saw the beautiful diamond ring inside, she suddenly knew what he was trying to say.
No, he never says he loves her. It is not in his nature to say he loves anyone. He doesn't need to though, for now she knows he does.
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