Hermione had missed this. In fact, she hated every time she and Ron parted ways. There was something about just being close to him that was comforting. It was so comfortable in fact that she could easily close her eyes and drift away leaving him trapped there.
"He'd like that," she agreed. Searching her mind she tried to recall if she'd ever had anything cooked by McGonagall. "Just about anyone can make better biscuits than Hagrid," she conceded with a light chuckle. "Though I doubt there are many that are made with such honest intentions." She had come to the conclusion a long time ago that Hagrid's cooking was often geared more toward the giant in him. "Though Grawp seems to have taken an immense liking to them."