Malfoy snorted. "The company has been passed down through the Malfoy males, Granger. A fat lot of idiots most of them turned out to be. My mother however, has several connections from her lunches and tea parties and whatnot, excellent candidates for investors, hosting charity galas, events..." He huffed again as they reached the front. "It'd only be right she have a share of it." He grinned suddenly. "She's a wicked saleswoman anyways. She could convince a flobberworm to fly." For some reason, she could believe that. "She'll be an excellent advisor to several of our magical contracts. She's very thorough." Hermione nodded, not quite knowing what to say.