She looked a bit grey as she stood there, wheezing, and she stumbled a bit as she set the box down.  Draco could feel his displeasure grow.  Even if she weren't pretty, he'd thought she was supposed to be smart. Carrying boxes of books up the stairs when she'd been ill suggested that had been more rumor than fact.  He put on one of his best sneers and directed it at her. "If you kill yourself moving in, Granger, the whole effort of having secured the flat will have been wasted."