Emma Watson/ Hermione Week! 44 days!

They were so busy that Hermione had stopped knitting elf hats and was fretting that she was down to her last three.
"All those poor elves I haven't set free yet, having to stay over during Christmas because there aren't enough hats!"

"Just because it's taken you three years to notice, Ron, doesn't mean no one else has spotted I'm a girl!"



"The fates have informed me that your examination in June will concern the Orb, and I am anxious to give you sufficient practice.
Hermione snorted.
"Well honestly... 'the fates have informed her'... Who sets the exam? She does!"

"Twitchy little ferret, aren't you, Malfoy?"

"Malfoy's got detention! I could sing."



"There you are! Where have you been? The most ridiculous rumors--someone said you'd been expelled for crashing a flying car--"
"Well, we haven't been expelled," Harry assured her.
"You're not telling me you did fly here?" said Hermione, sounding almost as severe as Professor McGonagall.
"Skip the lecture," said Ron impatiently, "and tell us the new password."
"It's 'wattlebird,'" said Hermione impatiently, "but that's not the point--"

"Grawp's about sixteen feet tall, enjoys ripping up twenty-foot pine trees, and knows me," she snorted, "as Hermy."

"Imagine losing fingernails, Harry! That really puts our sufferings into perspective, doesn't it?"

"Harry--you're a great wizard, you know."
"I'm not as good as you," said Harry, very embarrassed, as she let him go.
"Me!" said Hermione. "Books! And cleverness! There are more important things--friendship and bravery and--oh Harry--be careful!"