He waited for her at the bottom floor, then held out his arm for her to take.  Apparently etiquette also demanded the gentleman side along apparate the lady, and Hermione had to control a sniff of disdain.  These antiquated rules always seemed to assume the woman needed help to do even the most basic things.  Still, she took his arm and smiled at the slow creep of well being that soaked into her.   Before he whisked them away, he leaned down and whispered in her ear, "I can't bite you, Granger.  You'd like it too much."  Too quickly for her to let him go, or hit him, or even hiss out a furious reply, he sucked them both into the void.