'Good luck, Ron!' said Hermione standing tiptoe and kissing him on the cheek. -‘Ron seemed to come to himself slightly as they walked back across the Great Hall. He touched the spot on his face where Hermione had kissed him, looking puzzled, as though he was not quite sure what had just happened.
When Hermione returned to her bunk, Harry lowered his voice. "You only agreed to try and get back in her good books." “All’s fair in love and war,” said Ron brightly, “and this is a bit of both.”
‘Harry!’ said Fred, elbowing Percy out of the way and bowing deeply. ‘Simply splendid to see you, old boy!’
–'Marvellous!', said George, pushing Fred aside and seizing Harry's hand in turn. 'Absolutely spiffing'!. Percy scowled.
"You said to us once before, said Hermione quietly,that there was time to turn back if we wanted to. We’ve had time, haven’t we? We’re with you whatever happens, said Ron.”
"No story lives unless someone wants to listen. The stories we love best do live in us forever.”
“‘The last enemy that shall be destroyed is death’ . . . ” A horrible thought came to him, and with it a kind of panic. “Isn’t that a Death Eater idea? Why is that here?” “It doesn’t mean defeating death in the way the Death Eaters mean it, Harry,” said Hermione, her voice gentle. “It means … you know … living beyond death. Living after death.” But they were not living, thought Harry: They were gone. The empty words could not disguise the fact that his parents’ moldering remains lay beneath snow and stone, indifferent, unknowing. And tears came before he could stop them, boiling hot then instantly freezing on his face, and what was the point in wiping them off or pretending? He let them fall, his lips pressed hard together, looking down at the thick snow hiding from his eyes the place where the last of Lily and James lay(…)
“Are you planning to follow a career in Magical Law, Miss Granger?” asked Scrimgeour.
No, I’m not,” retorted Hermione. “I’m hoping to do some good in the world! | Happy 34th birthday Hermione Granger!
“No!” shouted Ron. “You can have me, keep me!”
“And I think,” said Bellatrix’s voice, “we can dispose of the Mudblood. Greyback, take her if you want her.”
Harry, Ron and Hermione | Fifth Year