They appeared again outside a restaurant that screamed "you can't afford me" with every understated detail.   A man stood outside and held the door for Malfoy without waiting to be asked if they had a reservation and Hermione felt the uncomfortable sensation of money-with-emphasis creep along her spine.  The doorman slid his eyes over her, the well-known Muggle-born, and, while his lip didn't quite curve into a sneer, it flirted with the idea.  Malfoy stiffened at her side and she looked at him curiously, but then they were being led to a linen draped table where Narcissa Malfoy sat.  