"We won’t," Hermione assured Molly and then yanked Harry close to her, pulling her wand out of her pocket and muttering, "Muffliato." She glared at Harry, their faces inches apart. "Don’t tell, Harry. Please. I want to be able to tell people when it seems right. When they hate Draco a little less, or something. A few more missions working together...they can’t keep hating him when they see he’s on our side." She glared even more. "You can’t keep hating him."