Harry hissed a little as she poked, but it didn't hurt enough to be broken or anything. Just stung a little. "It's FINE," he repeated testily.
He looked up as Ron entered. Harry honestly had no idea what Ron had his knickers in twist over this time. He'd bashed his hand, Hermione was poking at it. And Ron decided to get brassed about that/
Sod him, anyway.
"Yeah well, you were. As usual," Harry answered. Which made no sense, since they hadn't been doing anything to interrupt, but Harry just blurted it anyway. Hermione still had his hand in hers, and Harry shot her a look, but didn't bother to jerk it away.