"Harry! Wait!"

He looks over his shoulder and sees Hermione running toward him. Dragging Ron with her.

She stops short and bites her lip. "How... how are you, Harry?"

He's not sure how to answer that.

Ron's looking at him with his lips in a thin white line.

"I'm all right."

"Good! That's good." She sounds a little bit shrill. "Ron and I miss you... isn't that right, Ron?"

Ron grunts.

"I'm really sorry about... about...."

He lets her off the hook. "I know."

"Come on, Evans."

Ron looks outraged.

Malfoy hands Harry a cloak. "Hogsmeade won't wait, you know."