She only acquiesced to holding his palm for all of a moment, for the bare minimum it took to magically teleport back to Islington, before she was dropping Harry's hand and flouncing into Grimmauld Place with a huff, steaming. Harry could hear his house elf upstairs, muttering to himself and cleaning the bedrooms. Other than that, the house was quiet. Ginny would be at Quidditch practice, and he figured that was just as well – when a row was in the offing, as one now seemed to be between Hermione and him, Ginny was the last person one could depend upon to deescalate.