Lily didn't know what he would say to that. Once again, she had lain it all on the line, but this time she was first. It was terrifying and all of a sudden, she felt like tat nine-year-old girl on the platform, seeing her brothers off to school while that year she would be left alone with her parents. Then seeing that eleven-year-old boy. The Malfoy. She was supposed to hate him, but even at nine, she couldn't help but appreciate his looks.
"I..." she had no idea how to respond. Dom had told her that people didn't say things they didn't mean when they were drunk, but she had herself so convinced that he couldn't love her that she wasn't expecting this... at all. Then one other thing triggered in her mind. "We can't," she said finally. "Our families would kill us." That was probably more along the lines of the Malfoys would kill her and the Weasleys would kill him. But still. It couldn't happen.