A/N: I never got to use this excert in a story, because I never get that far in a story, sadly. So, this is what may appear in future stories :)
"It'll be alright, Harold." Hermione said, patting Harry on the arm. It was rare for her, anyone really, to use Harry's real name. Let alone anyone that close to him. It was always Harry.
"Harold? Who the bloody hell is Harold?" Ron inquired, or more like demanded, loudly; he looked fairly puzzled and gazed at Hermione, then at Harry and back again. The other two looked at him, as though he had asked who they were. It took a few seconds for it to finally clicked into his mind, "Oh… Harry." He nodded and sat more realized in his threadbare chair, rather accomplished with his 'ground-breaking' discovery.
Hermione had a slightly pained expression on her face. She opened her mouth to say something but all that came out was a tired sigh, halfway through her mind-set she decided it was best left for later. Turning her attention back to Harry, she put an arm around him and tried to give him a comforting hug.