Hermione smiled ruefully at his concern. It was only natural, considering her brush with death, and she leaned against him with a little sigh.
"I've been fine lately - just a lot of work. Someone out in Wales was pulling a Hagrid and I've been tracking down the cute, dangerous babies." She wrinkled her nose at what she smelled like and cast a cleaning charm on herself. "I spent the whole day doing cleaning charms and probably just lost concentration for a minute. It almost makes me wish I had the money to call Rent-An-Elf!"