She looked away from him, down at Teddy, tucking a corner of the blanket more securely around the baby. When she spoke again, her voice was stronger and excited once more. "We – we – could have a future. If you don't go to Azkaban, if the general public is made to recognise that you've changed, that you've been doing good, that you've put your life on the line for the cause...everything changes, don't you see?" She just acknowledged plainly and bluntly what they'd both been so assiduously trying to ignore and pretend wasn't an issue, and Draco instinctively flinched at that. And then he shook himself, everything finally sinking in past the shock.