If he really sat down and thought about it, Harry would agree that Hermione deserved a vacation far more than he did if for no other reason that she would use it as it was meant to be. Unlike Harry, she would not use it as a means to run from everything he didn't want to deal with. He wasn't allowed to run. He'd never had that option and that just made him want it all the more.
He smiled in greeting, chuckling slightly when she informed him that she'd brought wine. He wasn't much of a drinker, but he could certainly have a glass or two of wine with a friend and not make a complete fool of himself. It might even help him relax some. "It's not spaghetti!" he insisted, offering her a somewhat sheepishly look. "It's lasagna ... and garlic bread if I don't manage to burn it again." It wasn't exactly a secret that Harry wasn't the most skillful of people when it came to the more domestic side of life and he wasn't about to let Hermione catch him with a House elf.
Perhaps, I should take a cooking class, he thought idly to himself as he closed the door behind her. Letting the thought slide away to be forgotten, he took Hermione's coat from her and hung it in the closet beside his own before leading the way further in. "How was work?" he asked, both out of politeness and a certain desire to steer the conversation away from him and toward her.