"You won't go to Azkaban," she said firmly, determinedly, and Draco could see that she more than half-believed it – and he was actually letting himself hope that he might not, too. After all, he wouldn't have proposed to her if he hadn't thought there was a good chance he'd get off without time in Azkaban. The Order was going to speak for him, and although that wasn't an assurance of his freedom, it made his freedom pretty fucking probable.