"You be sure to do that. And I'm sure I'll want to take you up on that offer." His smile was happier now rather than uncertain as it had been before. Draco watched another blush spread across her face, drawn more to her by it. "I'll probably tell Pansy. You know, eventually. She's still my best friend, and she deserves to know..." he trailed off, dreading the conversation. "I'll let you know when I do. But I don't see anything wrong with talking to your closest friends about it." He didn't want her to feel like she had to keep this a secret. After all, if it had been Potter or Weasley, she wouldn't have had to avoid telling people about it. Draco wanted to be the same.
"You know who will be the worst to tell? That is, if they even show up here," he remarked. "My parents." He drew in a breath thinking about it and didn't realize he was holding it.