"Then act smarter," Hermione said, her tone implying that he should have been doing so all along. "You're not in training anymore and these aren't just any old lawbreakers that you're chasing down the street. They're Death Eaters and you're damn lucky that whichever one you came across was having an off day and didn't kill you."
She could feel her eyes welling up again and she really didn't know what to do with herself. Her current thoughts were a mess of wanting to be out there, keeping eye on Ron and Harry when they weren't going to be doing so themselves, and the notion of not really wanting to be out there at all. She had turned down the Auror position for a reason, but maybe that reason wasn't good enough anymore.