"Come on in!" Hermione called out. She was tugging her sweater over her head and fluffing her hair out as he came through the doorway. She turned to him with a little grin, and the healer excused herself and left the room.
"Hi, Oliver." Hermione said. She was wearing the only clothes she had with her--the ones she'd been wearing on Friday night. They'd been cleaned, but were still stained and torn. And Hermione, though she was well, looked rather tired and worn.
"Thanks for offering to come and pick me up. I may be physically healed, but I'm still a bit weak and tired. How are you? How's the famous Quidditch star?" She grinned.