"You never said they would be good choices. But I had choices nonetheless. I – I deserve to stand trial and be judged. Fuck. I don’t want to. I’m a selfish bloody coward, Hermione, and I really don’t want to. I hate...I don’t want to go to Azkaban..." Draco said the last in a small, frightened voice, and Hermione visibly blanched, shaking her head, as her cold-purpled lips formed a soundless no.