Draco had to overcome a few challenges when he was marked. One of those was control of those emotions that spilled forth in ways that were usually considered wrong. The jealousy was a hard one, as his need for attention had always been high. They boy with him now had stolen that attention in those early years and it set them against each other, perhaps creating the spiral. He still wondered what would have happened if that first day had turned out differently.
He crossed his arms over his chest. "I'm guessing you haven't told the Weasel either, or the muggle. When you do, I will." He wasn't sure what to say in that case. He wasn't sure what to tell his mother. She might understand. His father wouldn't. That much was certain. However, Harry wasn't so forthright either with his own friends, and that was starting to come between them, making Draco feel uneasy, like an embarrassment. It was a feeling he had before, and it had never settled. As a matter of fact, it made him feel like a dirty little secret. "So when is that going to be? Are you embarrassed to be with me?"