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Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone

• As they jostled their way through a crowd of confused Hufflepuffs, Harry suddenly grabbed Ron's arm.
  "I've just thought -- Hermione."
  "What about her?"
  "She doesn't know about the troll."

• "Well -- I was lucky once, wasn't I?" said Harry, pointing at his scar. "I might get lucky again."
  Hermione's lip trembled, and she suddenly dashed at Harry and threw her arms around him.
  "Hermione!"
  "Harry -- you're a great wizard, you know."
  "I'm not as good as you," said Harry, very embarrassed, as she let go of him.
  "Me!" said Hermione. "Books! And cleverness! There are more important things -- friendship and bravery and -- oh Harry -- be careful!"

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Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets

• "I'm not going anywhere!" said Harry fiercely. "One of my best friends is Muggle-born; she'll be first in line if the Chamber really has been opened -"

• Harry didn't know whether the best bit was Hermione running toward him, screaming "You solved it! You solved it!" or...

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Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban

• "Are you going to report me?" Harry asked her, grinning.
  "Oh -- of course not -- but honestly, Harry --"

• "Can I sit down, then?" Harry asked Hermione.
  "I suppose so," said Hermione, moving a great stack of parchment off a chair.
  Harry looked around at the cluttered table...
  "How are you getting through all this stuff?" Harry asked her.
  "Oh, well -- you know -- working hard," said Hermione. Close-up, Harry saw that she looked almost as tired as Lupin.
  "Why don't you just drop a couple of subjects?" Harry asked, watching her lifting books as she searched for her rune dictionary.
  "I couldn't do that!" said Hermione, looking scandalized.
  "Arithmancy looks terrible," said Harry, picking up a very complicated-looking number chart.
  "Oh no, it's wonderful!" said Hermione earnestly. "It's my favorite subject! It's --"

• Harry broke away from the table where Fred and George had started juggling butterbeer bottles and went over to her.
  "Did you even come to the match?" he asked her.
  "Of course I did," said Hermione in a strangely high-pitched voice, not looking up. "And I'm very glad we won, and I think you did really well, but I need to read this by Monday."
  "Come on, Hermione, come and have some food," Harry said, looking over at Ron and wondering whether he was in a good enough mood to bury the hatchet.
  "I can't, Harry. I've still got four hundred and twenty-two pages to read!" said Hermione, now sounding slightly hysterical. "Anyway..." She glanced over at Ron too. "He doesn't want me to join in."

• Hermione burst into tears. Before Harry could say or do anything, she tucked the enormous book under her arm, and, still sobbing, ran toward the staircase to the girls' dormitories and out of sight.
  "Can't you give her a break?" Harry asked Ron quietly.

• "Ready?" he whispered to Hermione. "You'd better hold on to me --"

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Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire

• He walked resolutely over to the portrait hole, pushed it open, climbed out of it, and found himself face-to-face with Hermione.
  "Hello," she said, holding up a stack of toast, which she was carrying in a napkin. "I brought you this. . . . Want to go for a walk?"
  "Good idea," said Harry gratefully.

• "I'm not running around after him trying to make him grow up!" Harry said, so loudly that several owls in a nearby tree took flight in alarm. "Maybe he'll believe I'm not enjoying myself once I've got my neck broken or -"
  "That's not funny," said Hermione quietly. "That's not funny at all." She looked extremely anxious.

• But Rita Skeeter had gone even further than transforming his "er's" into long, sickly sentences: She had interviewed other people about him too. "Harry has at last found love at Hogwarts. His close friend, Colin Creevey, says that Harry is rarely seen out of the company of one Hermione Granger, a stunningly pretty Muggle-born girl who, like Harry, is one of the top students in the school."

• He was best at flying. He needed to pass the dragon in the air. For that, he needed his Firebolt. And for his Firebolt, he needed -
  "Hermione," Harry whispered... "Hermione - I need you to help me."

• "He's supposed to work out the clue on his own," Hermione said swiftly. "It's in the tournament rules. . . ."
  "I was supposed to work out how to get past the dragon on my own too," Harry muttered, so only Hermione could hear him, and she grinned rather guiltily.

• "I vant to know," [Krum] said, glowering, "vot there is between you and Hermy-ownninny."...
  "Nothing," he said. But Krum glowered at him, and Harry, somehow struck anew by how tall Krum was, elaborated. "We're friends. She's not my girlfriend and she never has been. It's just that Skeeter woman making things up."
  "Hermy-own-ninny talks about you very often," said Krum, looking suspiciously at Harry.
  "Yeah," said Harry, "because we're friends."

• "Bye Harry!" said Hermione, and then she did something she had never done before, and kissed him on the cheek.

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Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix

• "HARRY! Ron, he's here, Harry's here! We didn't hear you arrive! Oh, how are you? Are you all right? Have you been furious with us? I bet you have, I know our letters were useless - but we couldn't tell you anything, Dumbledore made us swear we wouldn't, oh, we've got so much to tell you, and you've got things to tell us - the Dementors! When we heard - and that Ministry hearing - it's just outrageous, I've looked it all up, they can't expel you, they just can't, there's provision in the Decree for the Reasonable Restriction of Underage Sorcery for the use of magic in life-threatening situations -"
  "Let him breathe, Hermione," said Ron, grinning.

• "I knew it!" she said excitedly, brandishing her letter. "Me too, Harry, me too!"
  "No," said Harry quickly, pushing the badge back into Ron's hand.  "It's Ron, not me."
  "It - what?' I-"
  "Ron's prefect, not me," Harry said.
  "Ron?" said Hermione, her jaw dropping. "But ... are you sure? I mean -" She turned red as Ron looked round at her with a defiant expression on his face.

• "Well, I'm glad you listen to Hermione Granger at any rate," [McGonagall] said, pointing him out of her office.

• "'Harry, you're the best in the year at Defense Against the Dark Arts," said Hermione.
  "Me?" said Harry, now grinning more broadly than ever.  "No I'm not, you've beaten me in every test -"

• "Harry," she said timidly, "don't you see? This ... this is exactly why we need you ... we need to know what it's r-really like ... facing him ... facing V-Voldemort."
  It was the first time she had ever said Voldemort's name and it was this, more than anything else, that calmed Harry.

• "Is it Cho?" [Hermione] asked in a businesslike way. "Did she corner you after the meeting?"
  Numbly surprised, Harry nodded. Ron sniggered, breaking off when Hermione caught his eye.
  "So - er - what did she want?" he asked in a mock casual voice.
  "She -" Harry began, rather hoarsely; he cleared his throat and tried again. "She - er -"
  "Did you kiss?" asked Hermione briskly.

• "Oh," said Ron, his smile fading slightly. "Are you that bad at kissing?"
  "Dunno," said Harry, who hadn't considered this, and immediately felt rather worried. "Maybe I am."
  "Of course you're not," said Hermione absently, still scribbling away at her letter.
  "How do you know?" said Ron very sharply.

• "I know you're in there," said Hermione's voice. "Will you please come out? I want to talk to you."
  "What are you doing here?" Harry asked her, pulling open the door as Buckbeak resumed his scratching at the straw-strewn floor for any fragments of rat he may have dropped.  "I thought you were skiing with your mum and dad?"

• "Oh, you'll talk to Hermione Granger!" [Cho] said shrilly, her face now shining with tears. Several more kissing couples broke apart to stare. "But you won't talk to me! P - perhaps it would be best if we just… just p - paid and you went and met up with Hermione G - Granger, like you obviously want to!"

• "...and it might have been a good idea to mention how ugly you think I am, too," Hermione added as an afterthought.
  "But I don't think you're ugly," said Harry, bemused.

• "That was a really horrible trick of Hermione Granger's," said Cho fiercely.  "She should have told us she'd jinxed that list -"
  "I think it was a brilliant idea," said Harry coldly. Cho flushed and her eyes grew brighter.
  "Oh yes, I forgot - of course, if it was darling Hermione's idea -"

• "Harry, I'm begging you, please!' said Hermione desperately. "Please let's just check that Sirius isn't at home before we go charging off to London. If we find out he's not there, then I swear I won't try to stop you. I'll come, I'll d - do whatever it takes to try and save him."

• ...a streak of what looked like purple flame passed right across Hermione's chest. She gave a tiny "Oh!" as though of surprise and crumpled on to the floor, where she lay motionless.
  "HERMIONE!"
  Harry fell to his knees beside her as Neville crawled rapidly towards her from under the desk, his wand held up in front of him...
  
  A whine of panic inside his head was preventing him thinking properly: he had one hand on Hermione's shoulder, which was still warm, yet did not dare look at her properly. Don't let her be dead, don't let her be dead, it's my fault if she's dead…
  
  "Hermione," Harry said at once, shaking her as the baby-headed Death Eater blundered out of sight again. "Hermione, wake up…"

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Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince

• "One of my best friends is Muggle-born," said Harry, "and she's the best in our year."
  
• Hermione turned to Harry with a radiant expression and whispered, "Did you really tell him I'm the best in the year?  Oh, Harry!"
  
• "Oh come on, Harry," said Hermione, suddenly impatient.  "It's not Quidditch that's popular, it's you!  You've never been more interesting, and frankly, you've never been more fanciable."... "Everyone knows you're telling the truth now, don't they?  The whole Wizarding world has had to admit that you were right about Voldemort being back and that you really have fought him twice in the last two years and escaped both times.  And now they're calling you 'the Chosen One' - well, come on, can't you see why people are fascinated by you?"
  
  Harry was finding the Great Hall very hot all of a sudden, even though the ceiling still looked cold and rainy.
  
  "And you've been through all that persecution from the Ministry when they were trying to make you were unstable and a liar.  You can still see the marks on the back of your hand where that evil woman made you write with your own blood, but you stick to your story anyway..."
  
  "You can still see where those brains got hold of me in the Ministry, look," said Ron, shaking back his sleeves.
  
  "And it doesn't hurt that you've grown about a foot over the summer, either," Hermione finished, ignoring Ron.
  
• She was sitting on the teacher's desk, alone except for a small ring of twittering yellow birds circling her head, which she had clearly just conjured out of midair.  Harry could not help admiring her spellwork at a time like this.
  
• "Listen, Hermione, I can tell it's [the Half-Blood Prince] not a girl.  I can just tell."
  "The truth is that you don't think a girl would have been clever enough," said Hermione angrily.
  "How can I have hung round with you for five years and not think girls are clever?" said Harry, stung by this.
  
• "Smart girl, that Hermione," said Harry, trying to smile.
  
• "I'm not coming back even if it [Hogwarts] does reopen," said Harry.
  
  Ron gaped at him, but Hermione said sadly, "I knew you were going to say that.  But then what will you do?"
  
• "No - " said Harry quickly; he had not counted on this, he had meant them to understand that he was undertaking this most dangerous journey alone.
  
  "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?"

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