She was so mad she slammed a jar a little too hard on a shelf and it nearly broke in her hands. She wished he would just help her, they would be done in no time, but of course Draco had no knowledge of any useful household spells she was sure.
She nearly snarled at him as she saw he move out of her way, the perfect Pureblood in his bloody perfect suit and there she was, typical middleclass Muggleborn girl, trying to clean in an outfit she now realized was not the type of thing that turned someone like Draco on. If she had on this around Ron or someone like Dean or Seamus, sure, but not a rich little pompous prince like Malfoy.
She felt foolish and frazzled and she just wanted to escape, sure that he wasn't going to touch her and she could just feel embaressed and go back to her dorm and forget this ever happened. "She doesn't trust us to get the work done," she snapped at him, slamming her hand down on a table and feeling a sharp pain forming there. A small shard of glass sparkled in her finger and she winced, seeing a small trickle of blood appear there. Whimpering in pain before she could stop herself she looked around for something to wipe it clean with.