"No, but our broken hearted and wise Minister is treating you exactly the same as if you had done exactly that," Draco pointed out, tone still mild. "So there you are, lumped in with those who followed him since before we were born, and with those who were lured into the war as children. And our wise Minister also chooses to place our families, our children, and everyone who might ever have had any thought against him into that same category."
Draco folded his hands, fingers momentarily steepled as he regarded Hermione. "It seems as if everyone is evil in his eyes, Hermione. Everyone must be watched. And some of us must be branded with the scarlet ST." His smile was tight. "You are no different than I, in that respect, past transgressions aside. In the Minister's eyes, we are the same."
Sitting up, he leaned forward, head cocked and one eyebrow lifted. "I hardly expect you to tell me what it is you have planned. Considering Potter is still an Auror -- and still doesn't trust me, I note, despite my exemplary behaviour these past seven years -- he can hardly help you publicly. Thus leaving the entire rebellion on your slender shoulders. And yet, you have the strength to lead it."