“Just because you’re basically a zillionaire doesn’t mean you can just buy me presents to gain my trust.”
“This isn’t a present, it’s a house.”
“That’s my point.”
“And I’m not doing it to gain your trust, Granger.”
“Then why are you doing it, Malfoy?”
“To make up for all the hell I and my family put you through in school, especially during the war. I know it can’t come close to making up for everything, really, but I figured after everything you went through, it was the least I could do. I’m also going to do my damndest to help you push through your Muggle and Muggle Born Protection Laws, too, once the Wizengamot is back in session. I’m taking my seat, since Lucius is in Azkaban, and he is not getting it back when and if he ever gets out of there—oof!” Draco was suddenly knocked backward by a bushy-haired blur as Hermione crushed him in a hug.
“Thank you, Draco.”
“Any time, Hermione.”