She could hear the emphasis and, looking around, she had to admit he seemed to be right.   Only peasants like her tromped around London looking at flats and trying to find the right furniture, and then carrying it up the stairs themselves.  People like Malfoy had people who took care of things.   She wished, not for the first time, that if she'd had to get this thing, it had somehow latched itself on to Ron or Neville, or even Harry.  She knew how to deal with all of them.  She liked all of them.  Smug, accommodating Malfoy and his money-with-emphasis and his beautiful flat left her uneasy.