"I didn't blow up the potions lab," she protested. "I had one potion that smoked a bit. There's quite a difference, Potter," she continued before she shook her head slightly.
"And I'm not sneaking out of the castle, tonight or any other night. I will, however, consent to consider that I might contemplate accompanying you to Hogsmeade on the first trip out."
She imagined that would send him to bed with happy dreams. None of them would likely come true, but he could dream.