His hand somehow made it's way back to hers eventually somehow, playing with her fingertips lightly, maybe not even aware of it, except for the red flush at the tip of his ears and back of his neck.
"No, but at least we'd know he'd snuck off. And so what if Dumbledore knew? It's not like he'd say anything. He doesn't actually tell us much of anything." He sighed heavily. "I don't know, Hermione, it's something. I feel like we're getting nothing done, and I know you're frustrated too."