Malfoy's comment about her jumpers the other day had hurt more than she'd let on, and she'd decided she was going to shine at this party.  She'd combed some tonic through her hair to calm the worst of the frizz, but she'd be damned before she straightened it. Instead, she'd used a wide band to hold it back from her face and left it springing wildly in every other direction.   She'd fished the one bra that time and laundry hadn't stretched into distortion from the back of the drawer and found a deep blue skirt that went with her favorite golden yellow jumper. The stiff satin made it festive and, she'd thought, paired with the sweater it didn't look too fancy.  Malfoy's eyes had widened just a moment when she'd come out of her room.  "You clean up decently," he'd said.  