"Oh," Ginny curled her hands in her pockets and continued to watch the worn down stone underneath her. His refusal disheartened her, but the offer of next time, even though it was preceded by a maybe, cheered her slightly.
"Where're you going?" She asked, even though she knew he wouldn't be able to tell her. She knew enough to know that the three of them, Harry, Hermione and her brother, were doing something secret and importantly, likely for Dumbledore. But why he couldn't let her in on the secret, why she of all people couldn't be trusted with whatever it was, she didn't know. "Is it something for Dumbledore?"