He frowned. Hermione giving up on a row before it started was almost as bad as Hermione arguing with him. Maybe worse. It sort of felt like when she cried. He got up suddenly and moved around the table to sit next to her, reaching out and squeezing her hand before he let go, flushing a little at the contact. "I don't know book smart things like you and Harry. I do know that we can't let him go off on his own, no matter what harebrained scheme he has in his head."
He hesitated a minute, his voice going down a little, even if no one could hear them anyways with the silencing charm still in place. "Do you think... we should put some sort of tracking spell on him. If he tries it?" It felt dishonest even SAYING it, but he'd had the idea and hadn't been able to shake it off.