"Doxies are a bother. The owls at the Ministry shredding my post is a bother. Hermione Granger isn't anywhere near that level of bother." Harry pauses, leading her to the table so he can get her a cup and settled in. Before he does, he grins at her, leaning forward with his hands on the tabletop.

"I'd classify you as a nuisance." And just for good measure, a wink.

As if he could ever be bothered by her presence after what they'd been through together. Truth be told, if he examined it for even a moment, he'd even have to say she's already breathed a bit more life into Grimmauld Place since her arrival. It does get a bit lonely from time to time.