Harry heaved a sigh. Someone would have to cave first in this non stop argument, this constant battle back and forth. Draco was far too proud to do it willingly. "Yeah, they probably would," Harry remarked softly, shrugging a little. "Maybe not at first, cause it will take some time, but if I lo...if I like you, they probably will, too." There was that funny word again, and he wasn't about to ruin the moment just yet.
At Draco's admittance to saying he was ready, Harry lifted a brow. He wondered how Draco would feel to have his life splattered all over the news. Every last thing he did would be questioned and sought after. "Well, then, if you're ready, I am," he returned quietly, acknowledging the bravery that it had taken Draco to say those few words. "How? She's Hermione. That's what she does." He shrugged. "She's pretty damn smart, Draco. She knows me too well, too, like a brother almost. She'll put two and two together easily enough."