Draco was pants at handling the Ministry but she'd cut out her tongue before telling his father that. The war was still too close and Draco still too young to have the presence of Lucius Malfoy. Too many people here tried to bully Draco instead.
Right then. She'd suck it up and see what she could do to compromise. After all, there were likely things she could learn from Lucius, even if it was that she didn't want to do things his way. "Bullying isn't that far off from bossing. I should know. I could boss for England," she joked. "It's ... kind of you to offer to help me and I was ungracious just now. Do you think you might have an example that would appeal to a Gryffindor?" she asked with a smile. He was trying, she could tell. He inclined his head the same way Draco did when he was attempting to be reasonable while annoyed with her.