Ron snorted. "Right. You'll just happen to not mention it when you leave, is all." He rolled his eyes. Maybe he'd ask Fred and George about putting some sort of locator charm or something on Harry. Tag him so he couldn't sneak off without setting off some sort of alarm.
"My mum would have to BE here to have kittens, and she's not at the moment. Plus, fire whiskey is tame compared to some of the shite George and Fred pull."
He felt a little empty when Hermione stepped away again, and crossed his arms to make the weird feeling go away. He hadn't noticed how nicely she fit against his side until she'd left it. He rubbed at the back of his neck and sighed. "So... back to the books then?"