"In... all honesty," Hermione began with an arched brow, even as she stepped into the hut and crossed both arms tightly over her chest, "you always sound as though you're carrying a faint hint of pride about no matter what you do, so forgive me if I wasn't able to distinguish enthusiastic pride from... tired acceptance." In spite of her words, Hermione didn't carry any hint of a defensive air— if anything, she was only being honest with Draco, seeing no reason to hold back on her opinion. He would have seen through the effort, regardless.

At least, she managed to refrain from calling him a complete prat. (It didn't seem to hold as true on the island, after all.)

"But, thank you," she bowed her heart, hesitating and hovering before seating herself at last in one of the chairs, hands awkwardly clasped and resting on her lap as she glanced briefly around. "I've been thinking about some of the things that I'd like to say during my speech, and where I'd generally like to push my efforts... school and research seems to be the large sum of it. Likely unsurprising to most who know me."