She tapped her fingertips against his wrist, still frowning faintly. "You'll have to tell her at some point, won't you? I'd rather have it over and done with then have it hanging over my head like a swinging axe." She gave him an uncertain look. "Unless you aren't..." She pressed her lips together and decided that wasn't a question she wanted to answer to. If he wasn't sure of her, or where this was going, she didn't want to know, not yet. Which made her just as bad as Pansy, in some way, she supposed. "She's going to find out, Draco. She always does. Wouldn't you rather have some control over the circumstances?"
She worried at her bottom lip with her teeth as she thought it over. "Whatever she does to me, Daphne will do to her tenfold, I'm fairly certain." She had no idea if Draco would be upset if Pansy went after her. She preferred to think so.