He adjusted the fall of his shirt cuff beneath his robe sleeve to give him a moment to gather himself. Both his aborted offer and Hermione's request had been a surprise to him. If it had not been for Draco, he never would have spoken to her in the first place, and certainly would never have offered his assistance. But, he reminded himself, he had made a private oath to do his best to tolerate this Muggleborn for his son. There was nothing, absolutely nothing he would not do for his family, and he would provide for his grandchildren every way possible.
"Magical Cooperation," he said, musing. "Customs, China." He flipped through his mental filing cabinet. A name fell into place and he gave Hermione a considering look. "There is a possibility. It depends how willing you are to ... negotiate." Hermione's Gryffindor tendencies were more straightforward, but in the halls of the Ministry, a more meandering path was often necessary.