Harry couldn't afford to snipe at her, but he felt it coming anyway.
"Gee, thanks! I'm sure that's what Flitwick and Sinistra care about most; my appearance. That's why they have me up all night doing manual labor."
He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "Sorry. I didn't mean to be rude."
He looked at Hermione, and gave her an inquisitive look. "What is it we needed to talk about? I mean, I understand if you need a good nights sleep for your studies, but what else could be wrong?"
Harry never understood when people were concerned FOR him. He could take care of himself; he'd been doing it since he was a toddler. He was okay.