"Do you think that Madam Calimeris will take kindly to you transfiguring her solid gold divan into a futon?" Draco replied, folding his book onto his lap and regarding Hermione’s worn-out appearance with a rather judgmental expression. Hermione was well aware that her image certainly left much to be desired, in her dirty long-sleeve and stiff jeans. She would’ve given anything for a pair of her worn-in pajamas under a cozy duvet with Crookshanks but was willing to settle for a transfigured sofa-bed and the heavy embroidered blanket at the foot of Draco’s bed. 