"Well, I don’t know... Maybe I want y– people to find me attractive too." Draco swore in his head and tried to make that sound less like he was talking about Hermione. "I know we’re in the middle of a war, and I’m a prisoner of said war, trapped in some damned stupid cellar, but that doesn’t mean that one day – well, one day. It would be nice, for example, not to have small children avert their eyes when they see me on the street."