Draco didn't look like he'd been paying much attention to personal grooming either, Hermione thought with a grimace. His hair seemed greasy and was shoved roughly back off his face, and pale stubble roughened his cheeks and jaw, making him look alien to her. Hermione preferred Draco smooth shaven, not scruffy and bristling with patchy, boyish growth. He was slouching back in his chair, hand resting on the table, raggedy nails picking at a crack in the wood, wetting his lips repeatedly as though they were parched; as disinterested in the lively debate of the meeting as Hermione was.