Hermione looked up at the sound of Harry's voice, but she didn't smile.
"Yeah, I'm bloody fantastic," she replied flatly. It was no secret she wasn't especially happy to see him, but at least he'd been decent enough to keep his mouth shut about her plans to anyone else. She'd half expected him to betray her confidence to Ginny, thinking it was the right thing to do which of course it wasn't, but she was grateful that she'd been wrong.
Hiking her bag onto one shoulder, practically falling over under the weight of the books she'd thrown into it, she sighed and looked down at the grass. "It's just about time. We'd best get going. How on earth am I going to keep my hand on my trunk, too?"