At that, Hermione swung around on the stool and gave him a stern look, one accompanying what would be a very short, very blunt lecture. "Look, Potter," she seethed. "You burned your bridge with the Order, and no matter how many fucking peace treaties you try to enact, they will never stick. You know that because, as I mentioned before, you're not without aptitude. Theo may be around to protect you now, but one day he may not be, or one day it might not be enough, or worse yet, he won't want to protect you anymore. All are very real," – she nodded to the pink tinted bandage over Theo's bare torso and shoulder – "possibilities and you should be prepared for all of them. Which means having someone on your side besides your lover." He opened his mouth to protest and she held up a finger. "Don't. Unless you plan on explaining yourself, don't fucking say anything."