Hermione watched him, confused. He'd looked for a moment like he was going to be rational about it and not be a complete prat, but now he was glaring at the trees and grumbling.
"Obviously, I won't. It isn't just about me. That's why I brought it up. I think he can help us. If you and Harry don't want me to ask him..."
She'd still write him, but she'd think of something.