"Yes, Ronald, now back to the - " Hermione was cut off with the crack of apparation, and her hand instinctively went for her wand - but then in was Dumbledore, there in their midst. And even though she'd just been arguing that he wasn't well enough to help Harry on these missions, even though she knew that he was sick, could see that whatever had happened to him had left lasting effects that might likely be killing him... still, she felt safer with him in the room.
"Professor!" She said brightly, and when he asked them to sit, she was the first to the table, and then turned an expectant look up to the boys. Clearly her 'come on, hurry up!' type of look.