Draco sighed, a flicker of a smile ghosting across his face, but it was gone as soon as it had come. "Another sin I’ll have to atone for, I suppose," he said wearily, and Hermione frowned. She opened her mouth to ask what, exactly, he meant by that, but he continued speaking. "I was up most of the night thinking about your proposal. I can’t think of anything better, but I am worried that Shacklebolt will toss Mother in Azkaban the moment he sees you." 