Harry wrapped his arm around Hermione a little tighter, letting her know it was okay that she was leaning into him like that. He didn't mind the closeness at all, even though he was usually made uncomfortable by being hugged.
"Ink." He said, looking at the dried paint on the paper. "I transfigured it a bit thicker, like when we made the sugar water into molasses, then I changed the color. It took a while, but it turned out alright for finger paints."
"You're welcome. Teddy and I were rather worried about you. We're so glad you're awake." He smiled down at her, "Okay, well, maybe I am a little more than he is, but he still has been asking about you."