Draco eyed her with bitter displeasure.  She was sweating, and, based on the way it frizzed, her hair might have accepted some challenge to be as giant and unruly as possible.  If so, it appeared determined to win, no matter the aesthetic cost. She had on some wretched Muggle top that clung to an ill-fitting bra and the whole effect was less than dazzling.  He wondered if asking his mother to take her shopping would backfire.