"No. It's most certainly not," Hermione snapped vehemently, and then sighed. "I'm not looking forward to explaining...us to the Order. The cat is most definitely out of the bag now, and I don't want to have to deal with all the disapproval," she clarified into his chest, and Draco snorted and regretted it when it created a little flame of pain that flared to brief life in his wound.