"We're going to run away from all of this. This damned war. This - life. This everything and we're going to leave it behind and take chances and do whatever we both please. We'll live anywhere. Anywhere that's not with my parents - or our friends, and we'll live. Not like this. This isn't living being stuck here breathing nothing but regulations. We'll go away. Forever."

Hermione glared at him, folding her arms and walked quickly away from him into the nearest empty classroom. Like expected he followed, his chuckle a sign that he liked playing this game. So sadly unlike her, who hated this dreadful act she always had to star in. The door closed behind him she heard. "Well, we meet again."

“Harry — I dunno what’s coming over me… But whenever she’s around… I feel like I shouldn’t be normal. Like I should be the best. She makes me want to be better than I am… And screw ups like these… I dunno what to do. Is she mad at me? Does she fancy someone else? Is it Krum…?”