"Did you?" Hermione asked, a touch of doubt in her voice as her eyes narrowed. As much as she'd rushed back in hopes of finding Harry in the hut, a part of Hermione knew that of the three of them, Harry was always the one prone to taking the most risks. The one who went the furthest on behalf of people who never so much as asked for his help. "Did you really think that Harry would be sensible enough to return before either of us?" She smiled lightly to herself, shaking her head once— before settling further on the bed, lightly toweling her hair before letting it hang over her shoulders.

Glancing over at Ron, Hermione's gaze lingered about his neck before she could manage to examine his expression. With a soft huff, almost a laugh, Hermione reached out for Ron's own towel and started to help dry him off. "Honestly, Ron, it's like you didn't even bother to use a towel at all before you headed out. Your clothes are all soaked through."