"What's up with you, Hermione?"
She was gazing out the window, but not as though she really saw it. Her eyes were unfocused and there was a frown on her face.
"Just thinking..." she said, still frowning.
"About Siri -- Snuffles?" said Harry.
"No...not exactly..." said Hermione slowly. "More...wondering...I suppose we're doing the right thing...I think...aren't we?"
Harry and Ron looked at each other.
"Well, that clears that up," said Ron. "It would have been really annoying if you hadn't explained yourself properly."

"...from now on, I don't care if my tea leaves spell die, Ron, die, I'm chucking them in the bin where they belong."

“We're coming for you whether the Muggles like it or not, you can't miss the World Cup, only Mum and Dad reckon it's better if we pretend to ask their permission first. If they say yes, send Pig back with your answer pronto, and we'll come and get you at five o'clock on Sunday. If they say no, send Pig back pronto and we'll come and get you at five o'clock on Sunday anyway."

Speaking quietly so that no one else would hear, Harry told the other two about Snape's sudden, sinister desire to be a Quidditch referee.
'Don't play,' said Hermione at once.
'Say you're ill,' said Ron.
'Pretend to break your leg,' Hermione suggested.
'Really break your leg,' said Ron

“There you go, Harry! You weren't being thick after all -- you were just showing moral fiber!"

“You're a prefect? Oh Ronnie! That's everyone in the family!" Molly Weasley

'What are Fred and I? Next door neighbors?"- George Weasley ~ JK Rowling

I write because I love to read...And I wouldn't have this passion if it weren't for Harry Potter. So JK Rowling, you have made my life.