Hermione followed and leaned against the doorway, "Of course not, Harry. I'll just tell him that you're sick and need bed rest. You need it so much you couldn't even write him yourself. All of which is true. If he has questions, I'll tell him he can ask you himself when you get back." She took the two quick steps needed to reach Harry on the bed, bent over and kissed his forehead. He was just entirely too pitiful to not want to coddle mercilessly. "Let me know if you need anything," she ordered before leaving and closing the door.