'He's just a bit clumsy,' Hermione mumbled, now feeling guilty.
'Yeah, but remember when he couldn't have you? He was never this bad. It's just now that you guys are together he thinks it'll be okay if he's just an idiot.'
'I love Ron, I really do,' Hermione said sadly. 'It's just-'
'That he's a self absorbed, unsensitive little git when he wants to be.'

'It was in the Prophet! They took a ton of books, but no money.'
Ernie rounded on a group of bored employees, stacking books on to shelves with a flick of their wands.
'Was there a break-in? Why didn't you tell me?! I'm manager! Manager!'

‘I think it’s possible,’ she said thoughtfully. ‘You can have a sort of Astral Projection of yourself that lets you be in two places at once. While one sleeps, the other winds up in a real place, and because they’re both part of the same soul, the other one knows what’s happening. ‘

‘Astral Projection is caused by a deep affection towards others. It requires a sort of spell on top of this that can only be produced in one’s dreams! That’s why you can only Astral Project in your sleep! You have to be feeling attraction and somewhere, subconsciously, your mind will slowly form the spell. It’s incredibly rare, and unbelievably complex, but really, it’s possible.’

She missed him, and she knew it. She knew that she would like nothing more than to run up to Ron and kiss him. And she knew that Ron missed her. She had listened to him pleading to see her outside that Harpies’ carriage. But she hadn’t come out. Why? Because (and she hated herself for it) she was so proud.

‘I love you,’ he said. The girl merely continued to smile, but her nibbling did increase in intensity. Ron looked at her. ‘No, I mean it. I really love you. You make me feel… so…’ He snuggled closer, his eyes closed. They were tightly wound together in a hammock under a starry sky. ‘I love you, ‘Mione,’ he muttered.