She flushed and pushed some of her hair back.  She'd lost the hair tie she'd had earlier somewhere between Harry's townhouse and this flat, and sleeping had squashed her hair into even more of a lopsided mess than it had been that afternoon.   Vanity made her want to look appealing.  Bitter honesty told her she'd never be the kind of beauty men watched go by.   She decided to cover her embarrassment at being caught staring at the back of Malfoy's head like a lovestruck teenager by bustling about the kitchen.  She could try to put a meal together, perhaps.