"Really? Are they going to embrace me and welcome me in by my first name?" He arched a brow, keeping his arms crossed. "I have also considered telling my mother probably more times than you considered telling your friends. She would be shocked, but she would have a hard time not letting it slip to my father, and then it would make both of their lives difficult, and mine." He wasn't going to give in to the first names, at least not yet, especially when Harry's friends would be about the same.
He chewed on his lip for a minute. "I'm ready. That isn't the problem. I don't know if you are." He also kept secrets. There was a time when he wasn't as good at it, but since he had been marked, he could bury those secrets deep inside, never to see the light of day.
"How would she figure it out if she doesn't know I'm around?" In the end, Draco didn't want to really broadcast their relationship over the wizarding world. He didn't want to throw it in anyone's face, and he was content that the press find out in their own time, which they would eventually. Among friends though, he just wanted to feel like Harry was proud to be with him. That was what he wanted for his birthday.