No, Harry, you listen," said Hermione. "We're coming with you. That was decided months ago - years, really.
The presence of hundreds of books had finally convinced Hermione that what they were doing was right.
Chess was the only thing Hermione ever lost at, something Harry and Ron thought was very good for her.
Hermione: You! You foul, loathsome, evil little cocroach! Ron: Hermione, no! He's no worth it.
They see Hermione as someone who is not vulnerable, but I see her as someone who does have quite a lot of vulnerability in her personality.
Let my girls be Hermiones, rather than Pansy Parkinsons.
I hope you're pleased with yourselves. We could all have been killed - or worse, expelled. Now if you don't mind, I'm going to bed.
Harry and Hermione are very platonic friends. But I won't answer for anyone else, nudge-nudge wink-wink!
Ron," said Hermione in a dignified voice, "you are the most insensitive wart I have ever had the misfortune to meet.
Well, wouldn't it have been easier if she'd just asked me whether I liked her better than you?" "Girls don't often ask questions like that," said Hermione. "Well, they should!" said Harry forcefully.
So top grade's O for 'Outstanding,'" Hermione was saying, "and then there's A-" "No, E," George corrected her, "E for 'Exceeds Expectations.' And I've always thought Fred and I should've got E in everything, because we exceeded expectations just by turning up for the exams.
Rita looked as though she would have liked nothing better than to seize the paper umbrella sticking out of Hermione's drink and thrust it up her nose.
Three turns should do it.
Of course not,” said Hermione. “Everything we need is here on this paper.
You said to us once before," said Hermione quietly, "that there was time to turn back if we wanted to. We've had time, haven't we?
All those poor elves I haven’t set free yet, having to stay over during Christmas because there aren’t enough hats!
Hermione was screaming again: the sound went through Harry like physical pain.
Oh, HONESTLY, don't you two read?
At least my happiness doesn't depend on Ron's goalkeeping ability.
How d’you spell ‘belligerent’?” said Ron, shaking his quill very hard while staring at his parchment. “It can’t be B — U — M —” “No, it isn’t,” said Hermione. “And ‘augury’ doesn’t begin O — R — G either.
There,” she said softly. “Now he could be sleeping.
I love you, Hermione,” said Ron.
You seem to be drowning twice," said Hermione. "Oh, am I?" said Ron peering down at his predictions. "I'd better change one of them to getting trampled by a rampaging Hippogriff.
It's best to know what the enemy are saying.
Luck can only get you so far.
McLaggen makes Grawp look like a gentleman.
Always the tone of surpise.