Hermione nodded as Ron explained he'd caught a few questions at the Leaky, giving him a sympathetic smile as she picked up her own wine glass again. "If it makes you feel any better, even I'm in the path of people wanting answers. I don't know what they think I'd know, but apparently my connection to Harry and you, is enough that I should know something."
Which she didn't. Hermione knew about as much as anyone else who read the newspaper. For once, she didn't have any of the answers. Her gaze flicking toward Ron as he shrugged out of his work robes, she finished the last of her wine and poured herself another. He really did look tired, as he sat down again beside her, and she made a mental note to try and get home early-ish so he could sleep. If she was lucky, she might not even see Harry and Ginny.
Taking the small container and the chopsticks that Ron handed her, Hermione placed her glass back on the table and opened it, pleasantly surprised at what she found. It had been a long time since he had bought food for her, but apparently Ron was still aware of what she liked. That made her feel warm inside, for some reason. Or perhaps she could blame it on the wine.
"But you can't tell them anything," she pointed out. "No one can. And of course you're not useless; you're doing your part, just like everyone else."
Hermione popped one of the vegetables in her mouth, and chewed thoughtfully before swallowing. "Don't be sorry. It's frustrating, I know."