In truth, Draco was too. The month he spent on the island prison was the worst of his life. While Hermione still sometimes shivered in her sleep remembering the coldness of the tent, he did when he dreamt of Azkaban. Knowing that Lucius could not receive letters or visitors meant that he wouldn’t have to set foot inside there again, well unless he royally fucked up which he had no intention of doing. This wasn’t expected, but he’d be damned if he didn’t try.