"It is, at that. I – don't get me wrong, Hermione. I'm happy. I'm fucking shocked that the Order would want to do that for me. I just don't want you thinking that it's all a foregone conclusion and everything will be perfect, just because Nymphadora said she and the others would try." Draco nibbled at his lower lip, debating whether or not to add the other thing that lingered at the back of his mind, like a pall over the joy. He didn't want to ruin Hermione's happiness further, but it needed to be said. He added it quietly, apologetically. "And the Order speaking for me to the Ministry to try to avoid or reduce criminal punishment, won't necessarily stop wizarding society from ostracising me. It won't stop the wizarding public from trying and convicting me in the court of public opinion. I'll still be –"