Stop, Stop, Stop, You're Going To Poke

Harry - You're A Great Wizard, You Know." "i'm Not As Good As You," Said Harry, Very Embarrassed, As She Let Go Of Him. "me!" Said Hermione. "books! And Cleverness! There Are More Important Things - Friendship And Bravery And - Oh Harry - Be Careful!

Then She Was Kissing Him As She Had Never Kissed Him Before...and It Was Blissful Oblivion, Better Than Firewhisky; She Was The Only Real Thing In The World.

Even The Weather Seemed To Be Celebrating; As June Approached, The Days Became Cloudless And Sultry, And All Anybody Felt Like Doing Was Strolling Onto The Grounds And Flopping Down On The Grass With Several Pints Of Iced Pumpkin Juice, Perhaps Playing A Casual Game Of Gobstones Or Watching The Giant Squid Propel Itself Dreamily Across The Surface Of The Lake.

Now, I Don’t Want Any Of You Youngsters To Worry — You’ll Still Have Your Potions Master When I’m Through With Him, Never Fear!” “wouldn’t It Be Good If They Finished Each Other Off?” Ron Muttered In Harry’s Ear.

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!