"She feels like there’s something about herself that she’s just waiting to discover, something that she doesn’t know about herself, but she’ll find out. She’s different, she’s special, she knows that, but she doesn’t know how or in what way."

"Viktor is not the person she pictured herself snogging on a regular basis. But he is the one who saw her, recognized her as something other than a walking textbook. He tells her she is beautiful, and all of Hogwarts knows that she is the person he would “most miss.” He wants me, she tells herself. He’s interested in me. He may not seem like Mr. Right, but I should give him a chance."

"On the first Sunday after Hermione’s seventh year at Hogwarts School ends, she makes her annual pilgrimage to the graveyard. She carries her usual bouquet: purple hyacinths, marigolds, and dark crimson roses. Wending her way past the ancient graves, she comes to one, newer than the rest, but starting to look settled now."