Hermione stepped across the threshold of the flat with more that a little discomfort.  The doorman had managed to perfectly convey that sneering dismissal that purebloods liked to throw at her and she didn't look forward to walking past that every time she wanted to leave.   Being a war heroine still didn't make her good enough to live in their toniest buildings.  However, before she'd been able to say anything like, "Enjoying your Voldemort-free afternoon?" Draco had taken by the elbow and steered her up the stairs to their floor.   