H E R M I O N E G R A N G E R
G o b l e t o f F i r e Q u o t e s
Chapter 27, p.509-510
"But I had my wand hidden up my sleeve," he assured Padma Patil, who seemed to be a lot keener on Ron now that he was getting so much attention and was making a point of talking to him every time the passed in the corridors. "I could've taken those mer-idiots any time I wanted."
"What were you going to do, snore at them?" said Hermione waspishly. People had been teasing her so much about being the thing that Viktor Krum would most miss that she was in a rather tetchy mood.
Ron's ears went red, and thereafter, he reverted to the bewitched sleep version of events.
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Chapter 27, p.510-514
Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle were standing in a huddle outside the classroom door with Pansy Parkinso's gang of Slytherin girls. All of them were looking at something Harry couldn't see and sniggering heartily. Pansy's pug-like face peered excitedly around Goyle’s broad back as Harry, Ron, and Hermione approached.
"There they are, there they are!” she giggled, and the knot of Slytherins broke apart. Harry saw that Pansy had a magazine in her hands - Witch Weekly. The moving picture on the front showed a curly-haired witch who was smiling toothily and pointing at a large sponge cake with her wand.
"You might find something to interest you in here, Granger!" Pansy said loudly, and she threw the magazine at Hermione, who caught it, looking startled. At the moment, the dungeon door opened, and Snape beckoned them all inside.
Hermione, Harry, and Ron headed for a table at the back of the dungeons as usual. Once Snape had turned his back on them to write up the ingredients of today's potion on the blackboard, Hermione hastily rifled through the magazine under the desk. At last, in the center pages, Hermione found what they were looking for. Harry and Ron leaned in closer. A color photograph of Harry headed a short piece entitled:
Harry Potter's Secret Heartache
A boy like no other, perhaps - yet a boy suffering
all the usual pangs of adolescence, writes Rita
Skeeter. Deprived of love since the tragic demise
of his parents, fourteen-year-old Harry Potter
thought he had found solace in his steady girlfriend
at Hogwarts, Muggle-born Hermione Granger.
Little did he know that he would shortly be suffering
yet another emotional blow in a life already littered
with personal loss.
Miss Granger, a plain but ambitious girl, seems
to have a taste for famous wizards that Harry alone
cannot satisfy. Since the arrival at Hogwarts of Viktor
Krum, Bulgarian Seeker and hero of the last
World Quidditch Cup, Miss Granger has been toying
with both boy’s affections. Krum, who is
openly smitten with the devious Miss Granger, has
already invited her to visit him in Bulgaria over the
summer holidays, and insists that he has "never felt
this way about any other girl."
However, it might not be Miss Granger's doubtful
natural charms that have captured these unfortunate
boys’s interest.
"She's really ugly," says Pansy Parkinson, a pretty
and vivacious fourth-year student, "but she'd
be well up to making a Love Potion, she's quite brainy.
I think that's how she's doing it."
Love Potions are, of course, banned at Hogwarts,
and no doubt Albus Dumbledore will want
to investigate these claims. In the meantime, Harry
Potter’s well-wishers must hope that, next time, he
bestows his heart on a worthier candidate.
"I told you!" Ron hissed at Hermione as she stared down at the article. "I told you not to annoy Rita Skeeter! She’s made you out to be some sort of - of scarlet woman!"
Hermione stopped looking astonished and snorted with laughter. "Sacrlet woman?" she repeated, shaking with suppressed giggles as she looked around at Ron.
"It's what my mum call them," Ron muttered, his ears going red.
"If that’s the best Rita can do, she's losing her touch," said Hermione, still giggling, as she threw Witch Weekly onto the empty chair beside her, "What a pile of old rubbish."
She looked over at the Slytherins, who were all watching her and Harry closely across the room to see if they had been upset by the article. Hermione gave them a sarcastic smile and a wave, and she, Harry, and, Ron started unpacking the ingredients they would need for their Wit-Sharpening Potion.
"There's something funny, though," said Hermione ten minutes later, holding her pestle suspended over a bowl of scarab beetles. "How could Rita Skeeter have known...?"
"Know what?" said Ron quickly. "You haven't been mixing up Love Potions, have you?"
"Don’t be stupid," Hermione snapped, starting to pound up her beetles again. "No, it's just... how did she know Viktor asked me to visit him over the summer?"
Hermione blushed scarlet as she said this and determinedly avoided Ron's eyes.
"What?" said Ron, dropping his pestle with a loud clunk.
"He asked me right after he’d pulled me out of the lake," Hermione muttered. "After he’d got rid of his shark’s head. Madam Promfey gave us blankets and then he sort of pulled me away from the judges so they wouldn’t hear, and he said, if I wasn’t doing anything over the summer, would I like to -"
"And what did you say?" said Ron, who had picked up his pestle and was grinding it on the desk, a good six inches from his bowl, because he was looking at Hermione.
"And he did say he’d never felt the same way about anyone else," Hermione went on, going so red now that Harry could almost feel the heat coming from her, "but how could Rita Skeeter have heard him? She wasn’t there... or was she? Maybe she has got an Invisibility Cloak; maybe she sneaked onto the grounds to watch the second task...."
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Chapter 28, p.538-539
"We is sorry you had to see that, sirs and miss!" squeaked a nearby elf, shaking his head and looking very ashamed. "We is hoping you will not judge us all by Winky, sirs and miss!"
"She's unhappy!" said Hermione, exasperated. "Why don’t you try and cheer up instead of covering her up?"
"Begging your pardon, miss," said the house-elf, bowing deeply again, "but house-elves has no right to be unhappy when there is work to be done and masters to be served."
"Oh for heaven's sake!" Hermione cried. "Listen to me, all of you! You've got just as much right as wizards to be unhappy! You’ve got the right to wages and holidays and proper clothes, you don't have to do everything you’re told - look at Dobby!"
"Miss will please keep Dobby out of this," Dobby mumbled, looking scared. The cheery smiles had vanished from the faces of the house-elves around the kitchen. They were suddenly looking at Hermione as though she were mad and dangerous.
"We has your extra food!" squeaked an elf at Harry's elbow, and he shoved a large ham, a dozen cakes, and some fruit into Harry’s arms. "Good-bye!"
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