"McGonagall said there'd be some walking involved!" Hermione said angrily, pointing to a small hut-like office on the other side of the hill. "If you have a problem with that, you should feel free to go back to Hogwarts!" She didn't address his comment about last year because, to her, last year was a million miles in the past now. What mattered was the present, and the countless things that had derailed on her, when she was so used to being able to control everything.
Stillnot a word from Ron, though that didn't surprise her. What could Harry have been thinking, bringing him along? Ginny, yes, she understood that, even if she didn'tlike it any more than she liked Harry coming along. But Ron? What on Godric's green earth...? And why he'd even agreed when he clearly had nothing to add to the experience was beyond her.
She continued her angry, tearful march down to the tiny structure and located their next Portkey without any trouble. There were a few other witches and wizards about, none of whom seemed to notice her tear-streaked face, and for that much she was grateful.
Letting her wand droop slightly, thus letting her luggage touch the ground, she glared at her unwanted company. "Last chance to get lost," she said flatly, her voice still quivering.