Flicking through her Arithmancy notes, Ron had sprung it on her when he informed her that he was going out and Harry was coming around. That seemed a little odd, if only due to the fact that Ron usually tended to stay when Harry visited. The best theory she could come up with was that after Thursday night, they were supposed to talk or some such thing. Hermione wasn't particularly interested in that, however; she'd had enough talking for the moment.
It would be nice to see Harry in a more social capacity though, rather than right before they were fighting for their lives. Glancing up as he walked in just as Ron was heading out, she smiled and put her roll of parchment down onto the coffee table among her textbooks.
"Hello, Harry," she greeted him. "I'm well. How are you?"