Hermione closed her eyes, taking a deep breath for just a moment. She willed herself to get her emotions under control, willed herself to be bigger than Draco Malfoy. Draco Malfoy with his product styled hair (she assumed) and that swagger that she had no idea how he still managed after so many years. "No, you have no need to request another accountant, of course not," she said. Her shoulders were tight, every inch of her body language easily betraying her right then.
"I'm surprised you have so much trust in me- I cannot say that I cannot analytically see why the ST program was begun. Obviously... it's been taken too far," she said, not making eye contact with that last comment. After all, she was a ST now. A war hero, but still on the sit of who might try and ruin the government. "Are you saying that you want me to do the right thing Draco? Or that you want to be apart of doing the right thing?" Hermione said, inwardly wondering just what the right thing was to begin with.