"Oh." Hermione had thought Harry and the others were putting in a shower, too. God she hated discussing Malfoy’s hygiene. She fiddled nervously with a lock of her hair; her thick mane loose and somewhat tamed today – shiny and wavy more than bushy. "I’ll ask Harry to get a, ah, shower put down here." He was silent in response. She gnawed on the inside of her cheek; cast her gaze awkwardly about the room. Being friendly to Malfoy was bloody hard, no matter how sorry she felt for him. And him sitting there looking awful and miserable, and barely saying "boo’ didn’t help either. She pressed on, though.