As soon as she had finished, she cleaned her dishes and headed to the floo, calling out clearly for the Ministry. It was still early enough that the lobby wasn't very crowded, and Hermione was able to make it to her office relatively quickly since she didn't cross paths with anyone she knew. Once there, she sat in her plush leather chair, enjoying the custom lumbar support of the charm embedded in it, and rummaged in her desk, pulling out a fresh piece of parchment. She laid it out, picking up a quill to begin writing but paused, setting it back on the pile before opening a different drawer with stacks of blank contracts. Kingsley may never have worked in Magical Law, but as both Minister and head of a pureblood house he’d be familiar with formal legal documents. A little addition of her own was also woven into every blank contract, and she smirked to herself as she thought back to Kingsley’s betrayal on her trip to Malfoy Manor. With a wave of her wand, the standard language reworded itself into an agreement for the unconditional pardons of Draco and Narcissa Malfoy in exchange for Draco’s help with Operation Riddle, regardless of the outcome, provided Draco did not, in any way, betray the Order. She read through it, making minor adjustments until she was satisfied, then set it aside.