Book 1 Moments
-"Good of her to get us out of trouble like that," Ron admitted.
-Little did Harry know that Ron and Hermione had been secretly practicing the Leg-Locker curse. They'd gotten the idea from Malfoy using it on Neville, and were ready to use it on Snape if he showed any sign of wanting to hurt Harry.
"Now, don't forget, It's Locomotor Mortis," Hermione muttered as Ron slipped his wand up his sleeve.
"I know!" Ron snapped. "Don't nag."(not sure if this one counts or not...again a maybe)
Book 2 Moments
-"I'm quite surprised the Mudbloods haven't all packed their bags by now," Malfoy went on. "Bet you five Galleons the next one dies. Pity it wasn't Granger-"
The bell rang at that moment, which was lucky; at Malfoy's last words, Ron had leapt off his stool, and in the scramble to collect bags and books, his attempts to reach Malfoy went unnoticed.
"Let me at him," Ron growled as Harry and Dean hung onto his arms. "I don't care, I don't need my wand, I'm going to kill him with my bare hands-" (I love this one! Malfoy's lucky the bell rang...)
-But Lockhart's disgusting cheeriness, his hints that he had always thought Hagrid was no good, his confidence that the whole business was now at an end, irritated Harry so much that he longed to throw Gadding with Ghouls right in Lockhart's stupid face. Instead he contented himself with scrawling a note to Ron: Let's do it tonight.
Ron read the message, swallowed hard, and looked sideways at the empty seat usually filled by Hermione. The sight seemed to stiffen his resolve, and he nodded.
-(after McGonagall has said that the Mandrakes are ready for cutting and that the attacked people will soon be better) There was an explosion of cheering. Harry looked over at the Slytherin table and wasn't at all surprised to see that Draco Malfoy hadn't joined in. Ron, however, was looking happier than he'd looked in days.
"It won't matter that we never asked Myrtle, then!" he said to Harry. "Hermione'll probably have all the answers when they wake her up! Mind you, she'll go crazy when she finds out we've got exams in three days' time. She hasn't studied. It might be kinder to leave her where she is till they're over."
-(after Dumbledore has said that Madam Pomfrey is just giving out Mandrake juice)"So Hermione's okay!" said Ron brightly.
Book 3 Moments
"Please, sir," said Hermione, whose hand was still in the air, "the werewolf differs from the true wolf in several small ways. The snout of the werewolf-"
"That is the second time you have spoken out of turn, Miss Granger," said Snape cooly. "Five points from Gryffindor for being an insufferable know-it-all."
Hermione went very red, put down her hand, and stared at the floor with her eyes full of tears. It was a mark of how much the class loathed Snape that they were all glaring at him, because every one of them had called Hermione a know-it-all at least once, and Ron, who told Hermione she was a know-it-all at least twice a week, said loudly, "You asked a question and she knows the answer!" Why ask if you don't want to be told?" "-I don't need to mention them all, but the many arguments Ron and Hermione have...
-"Malfoy's dad frightened the Committee into it," said Hermione, wiping her eyes. "You know what he's like. They're a bunch of doddery old fools, and they were scared. There'll be an appeal, though, there always is. Only I can't see any hope...Nothing will have changed."
"Yeah, it will," said Ron fiercely. "You won't have to do all the work alone this time, Hermione. I'll help."
"Oh, Ron!"
Hermione flung her arms around Ron's neck and broke down completely. Ron, looking quite terrified, patted her very awkwardly on the top of the head. Finally, Hermione drew away.
"Ron, I'm really, really sorry about Scabbers..." she sobbed.
"Oh-well-he was old," said ron, looking thouroughly relieved that she had let go of him. "And he was a bit useless. You never know, Mum and Dad might get me an owl now."
-(after Hermione's left Professor Trelawney's class) "Some day Hermione's having, eh?" Ron muttered to Harry, looking awed.
-"Hermione, I don't know what's gotten into you lately!" said Ron, astounded. "First you hit Malfoy, then you walk out on Professor Trelawney-"
Hermione looked rather flattered.
Book 4 Moments (UK edition)
-(Hermione and Harry's talk after Harry and Ron's argument) "Look," said Hermione patiently. "It's always you who gets all the attention, you know it is. I know it's not your fault," she added quickly, seeing Harry open his mouth furiously. I know you don't ask for it...but-well-you know, Ron's got all those brothers to compete against at home, and you're his best friend, and you're really famous- he's always shunted to one side whenever people see you, and he puts up with it, and he never mentions it, but I suppose this is just one time too many...."
-(Hermione has told Harry it would be good for him to go to Hogsmeade to get away from the castle for a bit.)
"What about Ron, though?" he said. "Don't you want to go with him?"
"Oh...well..." Hermione went slightly pink. "I thought we might meet up with him in the Three Broomsticks..."
All the above evidence was sent in by Angie and was found in American editions
All below book evidence is from UK editions
Page 344
"We should get a move on, you know ...ask someone. He's right, we don't want to end up with a pair of trolls."
Hermione let out a splutter of indignation. "A pair of what, excuse me?"
"Well-you know," said Ron, shrugging. "I'd rather go alone than with-with Eloise Midgeon, say."
"Her acne's loads better lately-and she's really nice!"
"Her nose is off-centre," said Ron.
"I'm going to bed," Hermione snapped, and she swept off towards the girls' staircase without another word."
Page 348
"All the good-lookin one's taken, Ron?" said Hermione loftily. "Eloise Midgeon starting to look quite pretty now, is she? Well, I'm sure there's someone somewhere who'll have you."
But Ron was staring at Hermione as thought suddenly seeing her in a whole new light. "Hermione, Neville's right-you are a girl ..."
"Oh, well, spotted," she said acidly.
"Well-you can come with one of us!"
Page 352
"Hermione-who are you going to the ball with?" said Ron.
He kept springing this question on her, hoping to startle her into a response by asking it when she
Page 358
"Thanks," she (Parvati) said. "Padma's going to meet you in the Entrance Hall," she added to Ron.
"Right," said Ron, looking around. "Where's Hermione?"
Page 361
(At the ball)
Page 366-368
I'm not going to type this one out, it's too long...3 pages of Ron and Hermione fighting about Viktor Krum. Ron starts the argument cause he's mad that Hermione's with Viktor.
Page 376
(After the ball)
"Well, if you don't like it, you know what the solution is, don't you?" yelled Hermione; her hair was coming down out of its elegant bun now, and her face was screwed up in anger.
"Oh yeah?" Ron yelled back. "What's that?"
"Next time there's a ball, ask me before someone else does and not as a last resort!"
Ron mouthed soundlessly like a goldfish out of water as Hermione turned on her heel and stomped up the girls' staircase to bed. Ron turned to look at Harry.
"Well," he spluttered, looking thunderstruck, "well-that just proves-completly missed the point-"
Harry didn't say anything. He liked being back on speaking terms with Ron too much to speak his mind right now-but he somehow thought that Hermione had got the point much better than Ron did.
Page 386
Ron said nothing. He hadn't mentioned Viktor Krum since the ball, but Harry had found a miniature arm under his bed on Boxing Day, which had looked very much like it had been snapped off a small model figure wearing Bulgaria Quidditch robes.
**This is the funniest part of the whole book! I love it!**
Page 439
Fleur swooped down on him (Ron), too, and kissed him. Hermione looked simply furious.
Page 445-446
"Don't be stupid," Hermione snapped, starting to pound up he beetles again. "No, it's just ... how did she know Viktor asked me to visit him over the summer?"
Hermione blushed scarlet as she said this, and determinedly avoided Ron's eyes.
"What?" said Ron, dropping his pestle with a loud clunk.
"He asked me right after he'd pulled me out of the lake," Hermione muttered. "After he'd got rid of his shark's head. Madam Pomfrey gave us both blankets and then he sort of pulled me away from the judges so they wouldn't hear, and he said, if I wasn't dojng anything over the summer, would I like to-"
"And what did you say?" said Ron, who had picked up his pestle and was grinding it on the desk, a good six inches from his bowl, because he was looking at Hermione.
"And he did say he'd never felt the same way about anyone else," Hermione went on, going so red now that Harry could almost feel the heat coming from her, "but how could Rita Skeeter have heard him? She wasn't there ... or was she? Maybe she has got an Invisibility Cloak, maybe she sneaked into the grounds to watch the second task ..."
"And what did you say?" Ron repeated, pounding his pestle down so hard that it dented the desk.
"Well, I was too busy seeing whether you and Harry were OK to-"
Page 628
"We will see each uzzer again, I 'ope," said Fleur, as she reached him, holding out her hand. "I am 'oping to get a job 'ere, to improve my Eenglish."
"It's very good already," said Ron, in a strangled sort of voice. Fleur smiled at him; Hermione scowled.
Page 629
"Oh ... yes ... all right," said Hermione, looking slightly flustered, and following Krum through the crowd and out of site.
"You'd better hurry up!" Ron called loudly after her. "The carriages'll be here in a minute!"
He let Harry keep a watch for the carriages, however, and spent the next few minutes craning his neck over the crowd to try and see what Hermione and Krum might be up to. They returned quite soon. Ron stared at Hermione, but her face was impassive.
Book 5 Moments (UK edition)
Page 296
"Yes, Harry," said Hermione gently, "but all the same, there's no point pretending that you're not good at Defence Against the Dark Arts, because you are.
You were the only person last year who could throw off the Imperius Curse completely, you can produce a Patronus, you can do all sorts of stuff that full-grown wizards can't, Viktor always said -"
Ron looked round at her so fast that he appeared to crick his neck. Rubbing it, he said, "Yeah? What did Vicky say?"
"Ho ho," said Hermione in a bored voice. "He said that Harry knew how to do stuff even he didn't, and he was in the final year at Durmstrang."
Ron was looking at Hermione suspiciously.
"You're not still in contact with him, are you?"
"So what if I am?" said Hermione cooly, though her face was a little pink. "I can have a pen-pal if I -"
"He didn't only want to be your pen-pal," said Ron accusingly.
Hermione shook her head exasperatedly and, ignoring Ron, who was continuing to watch her, said to Harry, "Well, what do you think? Will you teach us?"
Page 407
"Who are you writing the novel to, anyway?" Ron asked Hermione, trying to read the bit pf parchment now trailing on the floor. Hermione hitched it up out of sight.
"Viktor."
"Krum?"
"How many other Viktors do we know?"
Ron said nothing, but looked disgruntled.
Page 551
(Said by Malfoy) "...Oh yeah, I forgot, you're a Mudblood, Granger, so ten off for that."
Ron pulled out his wand, but Hermione pushed it away, whispering, "Don't!"
Page 580
"What do you think about this?" Hermione demanded of Ron, and Harry was reminded irresistibly of Mrs Weasley appealing to her husband during Harry's first dinner in Grimmauld Place.
Page 358
"Good luck, Ron," said Hermione, standing on tiptoe and kissing him on the cheek. "And you, Harry-"
Ron seemed to come to himself slightly as they walked back across the Great Hall. He touched the spot on his face where Hermione
had kissed him, looking puzzled, as though he was not quite sure what had happened.
Page 405
"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.
"Because Cho spends half her time crying these days," said Hermione vaguely.
Page 580
"What do you think about this?" Hermione demanded of Ron, and Harry was reminded irresistibly of Mrs Weasley appealing to her husband during Harry's first dinner in Grimmauld Place.
Page 444
"Thanks for the book, Harry," she said happily. "I've been wanting that New Theory of Numerology for ages! And that perfume's really unusual, Ron."
"No problem," said Ron.
The Perfume Rant
Page 705
"Well, actually... no, Ron," said Hermione with a heavy sigh, putting down her book and looking at him apologetically. "As a matter of fact, the only bit of the match Harry and I saw was Davies's first goal."
Ron's carefully ruffled hair seemed to wilt with disappointment. "You didn't watch?" he said faintly, looking from one to the other. "You didn't see me make any of those saves?"
"Well -- no," said Hermione, stretching out a placatory hand towards him. "But Ron, we didn't want to leave -- we had to!"
Book 6 Moments (UK edition)
Page 176-177
Hermione turned to Harry with a radiant face and whispered, "Did you really tell him I'm the best in the year? Oh, Harry!"
"Well, what's so impressive about that" whispered Ron, who for some reason looked annoyed. "You are the best in the year - I'd've told him so if he'd asked me!"
Hermione smiled but made a 'shush'ing gesture, so that they could hear what Slughorn was saying. Ron look slightly disgruntled.
Page 206
"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."
Ron gagged on a large piece of kipper. Hermione spared him one look of disdain before turning back to Harry.
Page 207
"And you've been though all that persecution from the Ministry when they were trying to make out you were unstable and a liar. You can still see the marks where that evil woman made you write with your own blood, but you stuck 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.
"I'm tall," said Ron inconsequentially.
Page 210
What did surprise him was that when Ron drew level with them, Parvati suddenly nudged Lavender, who looked round and gave Ron a wide smile. Ron blinked at her, then returned the smile uncertainly. His walk instantly became something more like a strut. Harry resisted the temptaion to laugh, remembering that Ron had refrained from doing so after Malfoy had broken Harry's nose; Hermione, however, looked cold and distant all the way down to the stadium through the cool, misty drizzle, and departed to find a place in the stands without wishing Ron good luck.
Page 214
"You did brilliantly, Ron!"
This time it really was Hermione running towards them from the stands; Harry saw Lavender walking off the pitch, arm in arm with Parvati, a rather grumpy expression on her face. Ron looked extremly pleased with himself and even taller than usual as he grinned around the team and at Hermione.
Page 230
"I can't believe you wriggled out of another one," said Hemrione, shaking her head, "They're [Slug Club] not that bad, you know ... they're even quite fun sometimes ..." But then she caught sight of Ron's expression.
Page 233
"Good idea," whispered Hermione, clearly pleased that Harry was calming down. "Ron, what are you staring at?"
"Nothing," said Ron, hastily looking away from the bar, but Harry knew he was trying to catch the eye of the curvy and attractive barmaid, Madame Rosemerta, for whom he had long nursed a softspot.
"I expect 'nothing''s in the back getting more firewhisky," said Hermione waspishly.
Ron ignored this jibe, sipping his drink in what he evidently considered to be a dignified silence. Harry was thinking about Sirius, and how he had hated those silver goblets anyway. Hermione drummed her fingers on the table, her eyes flickering between Ron and the bar.
Page 263-265
Harry groaned. Ron, meanwhile, who was attempting to burst the pod in the bowl by putting both hands on it, standing up and squashing it as hard as he could, said angrily, "And this is another party just for Slughorn's favourites, is it?"
"Just for the Slug Club, yes," said Hermione.
The pod flew out from under Ron's fingers and hit the greenhouse glass, rebounding on to the back of Professor Sprout's head and knocking off her old patched hat. Harry went to retrieve the pod; when he got back, Hermione was saying, "Look, I didn't make up the name 'Slug Club'-"
"'Slug Club'," repeated Ron with a sneer worthy of Malfoy. It's pathetic. Well, I hope you enjoy your party. Why don't you try getting off with McLaggen, then Slughorn can make you King and Queen Slug-"
"We're allowed to bring guests," said Hermione, who for some reason had turned a bright, boiling scarlet, "an I was going to ask you to come, but if you think it's that stupid then I won't bother!"
Harry suddenly wished the pod had flown a little further so that he need not have been sitting there with the pair of them. Unnoticed by either, he seized the bowl that contained the pod and began to try and open it by the noisiest and most energetic means he could think of; unfortunately, he coul still hear every word of their conversation.
"You were going to ask me?" asked Ron, in a completely different voice.
"Yes," said Hermione angrily, "But obviously if you'd rather I get off with McLaggen ..."
There was a pause while Harry continued to pound the resilient pod with a trowel.
"No, I wouldn't," said Ron, in a very quiet voice. [Aside: Gillian's face = :-O ]
Harry missed the pod, hit the bowl, and it shattered.
"Reparo," he said hastily, poking the pieces with his wand, and the bowl sprang back together again. The crash, however, appeared to have woken Ron and Hermione to Harry's presence. Hermione looked flustered and immediately started fussing about for her copy of Flesh-Eating Trees of the World to find out the correct way to juice Snargaluff pods; Ron, on the other hand, looked sheepish but also rather pleased with himself.
"Hand that over, Harry," said hermione hurriedly, "it says we're supposed to puncture them with something sharp."
Harry possed her the pod in the bowl, he and Ron both snapped their goggles back over their eyews and dived, once more, for the stump.
It was not as though he was really surprise, thought Harry, as he wrestles with a thorny vine intent upon throttling him; he had had an inkling that this might happen sooner or later. But he was not sure how he felt about it ... he and Cho were now too embarassed to look at each other, let alone talk to each other; what if Ron and Hermione started going out together, then split up? Could their friendship survive it? Harry remembered the few weeks they had not been talking to each other in the third year; he had not enjoyed trying to bridge the distance between them. And the, what if they didn't split up? What if they became like Bill and Fleur, and it became excruciatingly embarassing to be in their presence, so that he was shut out for good?
"Gotcha!" yelled Ron, pulling a second pod from the stump just as Hermione managed to burst the first one opem, so that the bowl was full of tubers wriggling like pale green worms.
The rest of the lesson passed without further mention of Slughorn's party. Although Harry watched his two friends more closely over the next few days, Ron and Hermione did not seem any different except that they were a little politer to each other than usual. Harry supposed he would just have to wait to see what happened under the influence of Butterbeer in Slughorn's dimly lit room on the night of the party. In the meantime, however, he had more pressing worries.
[Aside: Gillian: "YEEEEES!!!!!!!!!!!!"]
Page 270-271
"D'you think Hermione did snog Krum? Ron asked abruptly, as they approached the fat lady. Harry gave a guilty start and wrenched his imagination away from a corridor in which no Ron intruded, in which he and Ginny were quite alone-
"What?" he said confusedly. "Oh ... er ..."
The honest answer was 'yes,' but he did not want to give it. However, Ron seemed to gather the worst from the look on Harry's face.
"Dilligrout," he said darkly to the Fat Lady, and they climbed through the portrait hole into the common room.
Page 271
...but by midday he would have happily exchanged the dream Ron for the real one, who was not only cold-shouldering Ginny and Dean, but also treating a hurt and bewildered Hermione with an icy, sneering indifference.
Page 280
"You added Felix Felicis to Ron's juice this morning, that's why he saved everything! See! I can save goals without help, Hermione!"
"I never said you couldn't-Ron, you thought you'd been given it, too!"
But Ron had already strode past her out of the door with his broomstick over his shoulder.
"Er," said Harry into the sudden silence; he had not expected his plan to backfire like this, "shall ... shall we go up to the party, then?"
"You go!" said Hermione, blinking back tears. "I'm sick of Ron at the moment, I don't know what I'm supposed to have done ... "
And she storem out of the changing room, too.
Harry walked slowly back up to the grounds toward the castle through the crowd, many of whom shouted congratulations at him, but he felt a great sense of let-down; he had been sure that if Ron won the match, he and Hermione would be friends again immediately. He did not see how he could explain to Hermione that what she had done to offend Ron was kiss Viktor Krum, not when the offence had occured so long ago.
Page 281
Harry looked into the corner she was indicating. There, in full view of the whole room, stood Ron wrapped so closely around Lavender Brown it was hard to tell whose hands were whose.
"It looks like he's eating her face, doesn't it?" said Ginny dispassionately. "But I suppose he's got to refine his technique somehow. Good game, Harry."
She patted him on the arm; Harry felt a swooping sensation in his stomach, but then she walked off to help herself to more Butterbeer. Crookshanks trotted after her, his yellow eyes fixed upon Arnold.
Harry turned away from Ron, who did not look like surfacing soon, just in time to see the portrait hole closing. With a sinking feeling he thought he saw a mane of bushy brown hair whipping out of sight.
He darted forwards, sidestepping Romilda Vane again, and pushed open the prtrait of the Fat lady. The corridor outside seemed to be deserted.
"Hermione?"
He found her in the first unlocked classroom he tried. 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.
"Oh, hello, Harry," she said in a brittle voice. "I was just practising."
"Yeah ... they're - er - really good ..." said Harry.
He had no idea what to say to her. He was just wondering whether there was any chance that she had not seen Ron, that she had merely left the room because the partu was a little too rowdy, when she said, in an unnaturally high-pitched voice, "Ron seems to be enjoying the celebrations."
"Er ... does he?" said Harry.
"Don't pretend you didn't see him," said Hermione. "He wasn't exactly hiding it, was -"
The door behind them burst open. To Harry's horror, Ron came in, laughing, pulling Lavender by the hand.
"Oh," he said, drawing up short at the sight of Harry and Hermione.
"Oops!" said Lavender, and she backed out of the room giggliing. The door swung shut behind her.
There was a horrible swelling, billowing silence. Hermione was staring at Ron, who refused to look at her, but said with an odd mixture of bravado and awkwardness, "Hi, Harry! Wondered where you'd got to!"
Hermione slid off the desk. The little flock of golden birds continued to twitter in circles around her head so that she looked like a strange, feathery model of the solar system.
"You shouldn't leave Lavender waiting outside," she said quietly. "She'll wonder where you've gone."
She walked very slowly and erectly towards the door. Harry glanced at Ron, who was looking relieved that nothing worse had happened.
"Oppugno!" came a shriek from the doorway.
Harry spun round to see Hermione pointing her want at Ron, her expression wold; the little flock of birds was speeding like a hail of fat golden bullets towards Ron, who yelped and covered his face with his hands, but the birds attacked, pecking and clawing at every bit of flesh they could reach.
"Gerremoffme! he yelled, but with one last look of vindictive fury, Hermione wrenched open the door and disappeared through it. Harry though he heard a sob before it slammed.
Page 285
Ron, whose hands still bore scratches and cuts from Hermione's bird attack, was taking a defensive and resentful tone.
"She can't complain," he told Harry. "She snogged Krum. So she found out someone who wants to snog me, too. Well, it's a free country. I haven't done anything wrong."
"Harry did not answer, but pretended to be absorbed in the book the were supposed to have read before Charms the following morning (Quintessence: A Quest). Determined as he was to remain friends with both Ron and Hermione, he was spending a lot of time with his mouth shut tight.
"I never promised Hermione anything," Ron mumbled. "I mean, all right, I was going to go to Slughorn's party with her, but she never said ... just as friends ... I'm a free agent ..."
Harry turned a page of Quintessence, aware that Ron was watching him. Ron's voice tailed away in mutters, barely audible over the loud crackling of the fire, though Harry thought he caught the words 'Krum' and 'can't complain' again.
Hermione's timetable was so full that Harry could only talk to her properly in the evenings, when Ron was in any case so tighly wrapped around Lavender that he did not notice what Harry was doing. Hermione refused to sit in the common room while Ron was there, which meant that their conversations were held in whispers.
"He's at perfect liberty to kiss whomever he likes," said Hermione, while the librarian, Madame Pince, proled the shelves behind them. "I really couldn't care less."
She raised her quill and dotted and 'i' so ferociously that she punctured a hole in her parchment.
Page 289
"Told you," said Hermione soccintly. "Sooner you ask someone, sooner you they'll all leave you alone and you cam-"
But her face suddenly turned blank; she had just spotted Ron and Lavender who were entwined in the same armchair.
"Well, goodnight, Harry," said Hermione, though it was only seven o'clock in the evening, and she left for the girls' dormitory without another word.
Page 293
"... oh, hi, Hermione!"
Parvati positively beamed. Harry could tell that she was feeling guilty for having laughed at hermione in Transfiguration. He looked around and saw that Hermione was beaming back, if possible even more brightly. Girls were very strange sometimes.
"Hi, Parvati!" said Hermione, ingnoring Ron and Lavender completely. "Are you going to Slughorn's party tonight?"
"No invite," said Parvati gloomily. "I'd love to go, though, it sounds like it's going to be really good .. you're going, aren't you?"
"Yes, I'm meeting Cormac at eight and we're-"
There was a noise like a plunger being withdrawn from a blocked sink and Ron surfaces. Hermione actes as though she had not seen or heard anything.
"-we're going up to the party together."
"Cormac?" said Parvati. "Cormac McLaggen, you mean?"
"That's right," said Hermione sweetly. "The one who almost" she put a great deal of emphasis on the word, "became Gryffindor keeper."
"Are you going out with him, then?" asked Parvati, wide-eyed.
"Oh - yes - didn't you know?" said Hermione, with a most un-Hermione-ish giggle.
"No!" said Parvati, looking positively agog at this piece of gossip. "Wow, you like your Quidditch players, don't you? First Krum, then McLaggen ..."
"I like really good Quidditch players," Hermione corrected her, still smiling. "Well, see you ... got to go and get ready for the party ..."
She left. At once Lavender and Parvati put their heads together to discuss this new developement, with everything they had ever heard about McLaggen and all they had ever guessed about Hermione. Ron looked strangely blank and said nothing. Harry was left to ponder in silence the depths to which girls would sink to get revenge.
Page 296-297
"Serves you right for coming with him [McLaggen]." he [Harry] told her severely.
"I thought he'd annoy Ron the most," said Hermione dispassionately.
Page 309
He [Harry] was not entirely sure she [Hermione] heard him, though; Ron and Lavender had been saying a thoroughly non-verbal goodbye just behind him at the same time.
Page 317
"Well, yeah," said Ron. He hesitated a moment, then said, "Is Hermione really going out with McLaggen?"
"I dunno," said Harry. "They were at Slughorn's party together, but I don't think it went very well."
Ron looked slightly more cheerful as he delved deeper into his stocking.
Page 329-330
"Oh, fine," she shrugged. "Nothing special. How was it at Won-Won's?
"I'll tell you in a minute," said Harry. "Look, Hermione, can't you -?"
"No, I can't," she said flatly. "So don't even ask."
"I though maybe, you know, over Christmas -"
"It was the Fat Lady who drank a vat of five-hundred-year-old wine, Harry, not me. So what was this important news you wanted to tell me?"
She looked too fierce to argue with at that moment, so Harry dropped the subject of Ron an recounted all that he had overheard between Malfoy and Snape.
Page 332
Ron was just taking out his quill to sign after Hermione when Lavender crept up behind him, slipped her hands over his eyes and trilled, "Guess who, Won-Won?" Harry turned to see Hermione stalking offl he caught up with her, having no wish to stay behind with Ron and Lvender, but to his surprise, Ron caught them up only a little way beyond the portrait hole, his ears bright red and his expression disgruntled. Without a word, Hermione sped up to walk with Neville.
"So - Apparition," said Ron, his tone making it perfectly plain that Harry was not to mention what had just happened.
Page 351
"Ron reckons I should just hang back after Potions this afternoon ..."
"Oh, well, if Won-Won thinks that, you'd better do it," she said, flaring up at once. "After all, wher has Won-Won's judgement ever been faulty?"
"Hermione, can't you -"
"No!" she said angrily, and stormed away, leaving Harry alone and ankle deep in snow.
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Hermione gave an almost inaudible sniff. She had been exceptionally quiet all day. Having hurtled, white-faced, up to Harry outside the hospital wing and demanded to know what had happened, she had taken almost no part in Harry and Ginny's obsessive discussion about how Ron had been poisoned, but merely stood beside them, clench-jawed and frightened looking, until at last they had been allowed in to see him.
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"Then the poisoner didn't know Slughorn very well," said Hermione, speaking for the first time in hours and sounding as though she had a bad head-cold. "Anyone who knew Slughorn would have known there was a good chance he'd keep something that tasty for himself."
"Er-my-nee," croaked Ron unexpectedly from between them.
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"Is Hermione Granger still visiting him?" Lavender demanded suddenly.
"Yeah, I think so. Well, they're friends, aren't they?" said Harry uncomfortably.
"Friends, don't make me laugh," said Lavender scornfully. "She didn't talk to him for weeks after he started going out with me! But I suppose she wants to make up with him now he's all interesting ..."
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"If you don't want to go out with her any more, just tell her," said Harry.
"Yeah ... well ... it's not that easy, is it?" said Ron. He paused. "Hermione going to look in before the match?" he added casually.
"No, she's already gone down to the pitch with Ginny,"
"Oh, said Ron, looking rather glum. "Right. Well, good luck. Hope you hammer McLag- I mean, Smith."
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He stopped talking very suddenly. Lavender Brown was standing at the foot of the marble staircase looking thunderous.
"Hi," said Ron nervously.
"C'mon," Harry muttered to Hermione, and they sped past, though not before they has heard Lavender say, "Why didn't you tell me you were getting out today? And why was she with you?">,br>
Ron looked both sulky and annoyed when he appeared at breakfast hald an hour later, and though he sat with Lavender, Harry did not see them exchange a word all the time they were together. Hermione was acting as though she was oblivious to all of this, but once or twice Harry saw an inexplicable smirk cross her face. All that day she seemed to be in a particularily good mood, and that evening in the common room she even consented to look over (in other words, finish writing) Harry's Herbology essay, something she had been resolutely refusing to do up to that point, because she had known that Harry would then let Ron copy his work.
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"Ah, no!" said Ron, staring horror-struck at the parchement. "Dont say I'll have to write the whole thing out again!"
"It's OK, we can fix it," said Hermione, pulling the essay towards her and taking out her wand.
"I love you, Hermione," said Ron, sinking back in his chair, rubbing his eyes weaily.
Hermione turned faintly pink, but merely said, "Don't let Lavender hear you saying that."
"I won't, said Ron into his hands. "Or maybe I will ... then she'll ditch me ..."
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Ron was very subdued all through the class. When the bell sounded at the end of the lesson, Lavender caught up with Ron and Harry (Hermione mysteriously melted out of sight as she approached) and abused Snape hotly for his jibe about Ron's Apparition, but this seemed merely to irritate Ron, and he shook her off by making a detour into the boys' bathroom with Harry.
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He pulled the Invisibility Clock over his head and set off down the stairs, Ron and Hermione hurring along behind him. At the foot of the stairs Harry slid through the open door.
"What were you doing up there with her?" shrieked Lavender Brown, staring right through Harry at Ron and Hermione emerging together from the boys' dormitories. Harry heard Ron spluttering behind him as he darted across the room away from them.
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"Ron, you're making it snow," said Hermione patiently, grabbing his wrist and redirecting his wand away from the ceiling from which, sure enough, large white flakes had started to fall. Lavender Brown, Harry noticed, glared at Hermione from a neighboring table through very red eyes and Hermione immediately let go of Ron's arm.
"Oh yeah," said Ron, looking down at his shoulders in vague surprise. "Sorry ... looks like we've all got horrible dandruff now ..."
He brushed some of the fake snow off Hermione's shoulder. Lavender burst into tears. Ron looked immensly guilty and turned his back on her.
"We split up," he told Harry out of the corner of his mouth. Last night. When she saw me coming out of the dormitory with Hermione. Obviously she couldn't see you, so she thought it had just been the two of us."
"Ah," said Harry. "Well - you don't mind it's over, do you?"
"No," Ron admitted. "It was pretty bad while she was yelling, but at least I didn't have to finish it."
"Coward," said Hermione, though she looked amused.
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They had one of their rare joint free periods after Charms and walked back to the common room together. Ron seemes to be positively light-hearted about the end of his relationshio with Lavender and Hermione seemed cheery, too, though when asked what she was grinning about she simply said, "It's a nice day."
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Ron, he saw, was now holding Hermione and stroking her hair while she sobbed into his shoulder, tears dripping from his own long nose.
