Draco had taken Hermione for a girl who would like that sort of thing. And honestly, he was tired of the vagueness he'd experienced with Pansy. Draco hated that feeling of jealousy he got when he knew Pansy was physical with Blaise during their school years, but felt like he couldn't say anything because he hadn't promised anything to Pansy. He'd hated feeling afraid of expressing his feelings and not really knowing what they were. So it couldn't hurt to agree on this with Hermione and go out on more dates to see how it would work. He was looking forward to it.
Draco gave her another small smile and felt his face flush. "Good," he said quietly. Good that it was off his chest, good that it was done so he wouldn't agonize about it anymore. "Nothing would make me happier. And I think we ought to go to the cinema tomorrow like we've been talking about. What do you think?" He pushed his parents from his mind; he really did not want to imagine their reactions if they arrived and found out he was dating Hermione Granger, a muggleborn. But he knew he was willing to fight for her now, and that was something.