Hermione thought Harry had lost his mind as well. She also thought that it wasn't something they should be fighting about in front of Fleur or anyone else for that matter, because if they weren't certain there was no reason to get other people debating on it either. Unfortunately, it was rude to shush the boys right in front of the others, too, and she just glowered at Harry, clearly showing that she thought he was mad too.
"I don't think - " She started, but she was cut off with a crack of apparation. Unconsciously, she reached for her wand - only to be reminded for the thousandth time in the days they'd been at Shell Cottage that she no longer owned one. That it was broken, because she was muggleborn, when nothing had been done to Ron's or Harry's.
She winced, then tried to push the thought away. It was Bill, anyway, there was no reason to spend time thinking now on what she'd do about her wand. It was already keeping her up at night worried about it.
"They didn't have to be fashionable," she pointed out quietly, standing and stepping in to her shoes so that she could go and help in the kitchen. "Anything clean is better than what we've had the last few months."