Draco actually blinked, stopped and looked at her. "You mean to tell me that you're a..."
He knew he shouldn't laugh. It wasn't funny. It was a serious thing she was telling him...but he couldn't help it. He chuckled, then he full on laughed, falling back on the bed. "Gods and the four founders, I'm an idiot," he said, finally looking at her, and pulling her back into his arms. "You mean to tell me we're both terrified for the same reason? Bloody hell, Ginevra...why didn't you ever just tell me?" He brushed her hair back. "WE...I can wait...if...you want me to," he said quietly. "We've waited this long...we can wait a little longer, if you want us to." They'd proven several times that they didn't have to 'do it' to be intimate, and he was more than ready to leave it at that, if that's all she could handle. "It doesn't change how I feel...or how badly I do want you." He knew that was important for her to know. At least, he felt it was.