That, naturally, had left Hermione to roll her eyes and try to get the rest of the room in some kind of order.  Pansy had refused to even loll on the bed for fear of bugs, and they'd teamed up to make the two men take the disgusting rug out back to dispose of. "Don't beat it," Pansy had said.  "Bin it. I don't care of some ancient Black matriarch carried it out of Persia herself on her very own camel. It's falling apart."