She's strong. She can handle everything that I throw at her, every ball that I send flying her way. She can handle every strenuous, grueling lap filled with weaves and bobs and dives around the pitch. She can deal with every exhausting workout that I insist that she does. With her hair in a tight ponytail that seemingly flops everywhere and with her neck coated with the sweat, she looks as strong as she ever has, and I must admit she's as strong as me in that aspect.
She's strong. I've never seen her cry about some unimportant thing. She cried when she found out that her parents had died in a Death Eater attack and her sister had been driven insane. She cried when she attended Dumbledore's funeral, remembering the man that had done great things for the world and the students within the school. She cried when I was hurt at a Quidditch match, not knowing that sooner rather than later I would be up once again on my feet. She cried at her graduation when she finally realized that she was really leaving Hogwarts behind in order to move on into the world. I'm sure she's cried more than just that, but those are the only times she's shed tears. She's as strong as me in that area.
She's strong. She has an amazing sense of moral duty, and she is courageous to the point where she will do foolhardy things just to save a meaningless game that we could have simply thrown away, just for the experience of throwing a game away. She always seems to fight for what she believes in, and she tries as hard as she can to improve her flying. She's truly a Gryffindor, belonging there as much as anybody ever could. She's as strong as me in that.
She's strong. She's as strong as me in every area, in every aspect of my life that I can compare to hers. Maybe she's stronger than me.