One hundred and thirty-three clauses. Clearly, Hermione hadn't just thrown them out casually, and Draco wouldn't agree to sign a Contract Magic agreement with her on the spot.
Breaking a Contract Magic agreement was far more terrifying than breaking an ordinary contract. It could get you killed!
Hermione could come up with those one hundred and thirty-three clauses in no time, but Draco would need a long while to think through and examine every detail.
But wasn't everything moving in a better direction?
Hermione didn't know what Draco saw in her, but she knew she needed the support of an old pure-blood family like the Malfoys.
She had studied the history of the Pure-blood Families. Yes, she had already read everything about them in the School Library—how could she not research the very people who might stand in her way and become her adversaries in the future?
From everything she had learned, the Malfoy family was undoubtedly exceptionally open-minded. They were happy to trade favors.
The other Pure-blood Families were different. Even the Weasley family, whose home was full of warmth, seemed to follow the traditions of the old pure-blood families.
Political resources went to one's own family. If outsiders wanted access to them, they needed a political marriage.
It was an instinctive practice passed down for centuries, ingrained so deeply that it had nothing to do with what sort of people they were.
And so, although they hadn't signed a Contract Magic agreement then and there, the two had already begun to form an alliance.
In fact, Hermione didn't believe in Contract Magic at all. It was perfect for playing word games and easy to get around.
The only exception was something like the Ministry of Magic's agreements, with their complex, obviously stringent clauses. But no one would want