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Chapter 15, p.316-317
"Hermione! Hermione!"
"Harry! There you are, thank goodness! Hi, Luna!"
"What's happened to you?" asked Harry, for Hermione looked distinctly disheveled, rather as though she had just fought her way out of a thicket of Devil's Snare.
"Oh, I've just escaped - I mean, I've just left Cormac," she said. "Under the mistletoe," she added to her explanation, as Harry continued to look questioningly at her.
"Serves you right for coming with him," he told her severely.
"I'd thought he'd annoy Ron most," said Hermione dispassionately. "I debated for a while about Zacharias Smith, but I thought, on the whole -"
"You considered Smith?" said Harry, revolted.
"Yes, I did, and I'm starting to wish I'd chosen him, McLaggen makes Grawp look a gentleman. Let's go this way, we'll be able to see him coming, he's so tall...."

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Chapter 15, p.318
"Quidditch!" said Hermione angrily. "Is that all boys care about? Cormac hasn't asked me one single question about myself, no, I've just been treated to 'A hundred Great Saves Made by Cormac McLaggen' nonstop ever since - oh no, here he comes!"
She moved so fast it was as though she had Disapparated; one moment she was there, the next, she had squeezed between two guffawing witches and vanished.
"Seen Hermione?" asked McLaggen, forcing his way through the throng a minute later.

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Chapter 17, p.353
"Have you heard of this Fenrir Greyback?"
"Yes, I have!" said Hermione, sounding startled. "And so have you, Harry!"
"When, History of Magic? You know full well I never listened..."
"No, no, not History of Magic - Malfoy threatened Borgin with him!" said Hermione. "Back in Knockturn Alley, don't you remember? He told Borgin that Greyback was an old family friend and that he'd be checking up on Borgin's progress!"
Harry gaped at her. "I forgot! But this proves Malfoy's a Death Eater, how else could he be in contact with Greyback and telling him what to do?"
"It is pretty supicious," breathed Hermione. "Unless..."
"Oh, come on," said Harry in exasperation, "you can't get around this one!"
"Well... there is the possibility it was an empty threat."

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Chapter 18 p.374-375
"Settle down, settle down, please! Quickly, now, lots of work to get through this afternoon! Golpalott's Third Law... who can tell me -? But Miss Granger can, of course!"
Hermione recited at top speed: "Golpalott's-Third-Law-states-that-the-antidote-for-a-blended-poison -will-be-equal-to-more-than-the-sum-of-the-antidotes-for-each- of-the-separate-components."
"Precisely!" beamed Slughorn. "Ten points to Gryffindor! Now, if we accept Golpalott's Third Law as true..."

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Chapter 18, p.376
Hermione was now waving her wand enthusiastically over her cauldron. Unfortunately, thay could not copy the spell she was doing because she was so good at nonverbal incantations that she did not need to say the words aloud.

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Chapter 18, p.376-377
Hermione's expression could not have been any smugger; she had loathed being outperformed in every Potions class. She was now decanting the mysteriously separated ingredients of her poison into ten different crystal phials.

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Chapter 18, p.378-379
"You've got nerve, boy!" he boomed, taking the bezoar and holding it up so that the class could see it. "Oh, you're like your mother.... Well, I can't fault... A bezoar would certainly act as an antidote to all these potions!"
Hermione, who was sweaty-faced and had soot on her nose, looked livid. Her half-finished antidote, comprising fifty-two ingredients, including a chunk of her own hair, bubbled sluggishly behind Slughorn, who had eyes for nobody but Harry.
"And you thought of a bezoar all by yourself, did you, Harry?"
"That's the individual spirit a real potion-maker needs!" said Slughorn happily, before Harry could reply. "Just like his mother, she had the same intuitive grasp of potion-making, it's undoubtedly from Lily he gets it.... Yes, Harry, yes, if you've got a bezoar to hand, of course that would do the trick... although as they don't work on everything, and are pretty rare, it's still worth knowing how to mix antidotes...."
The only person in the room looking angrier than Hermione was Malfoy, who, Harry was pleased to see, had spilled something that looked like cat-sick over himself. Before either of them could express their fury that Harry had come top of the class by not doing any work, however, the bell rang.

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Chapter 21, p.451
"What is this?" asked Hermione still looking shocked by these sudden appearances. "What's going on, Harry?"
Harry hesitated before answering, because he had not told Hermione about setting Kreacher and Dobby to tail Malfoy; house-elves were always such a touchy subject with her.
"Well... they've been tailing Malfoy for me," he said.
"Night and day," croaked Kreacher.
"Dobby has not slept for a week, Harry Potter!" said Dobby proudly, swaying where he stood.
Hermione looked indignant.
"You haven't slept, Dobby? But surely, Harry, you didn't tell him not to -"
"No, of course I didn't," said Harry quickly. "Dobby, you can sleep, all right? But has either of you found out anything?" he hastened to ask, before Hermione could intervene again.
"Master Malfoy moves with a nobility that befits his pure blood," croaked Kreacher at once. "His features recall the fine bones of my mistress and his manners are those of -"
"Draco Malfoy is a bad boy!" squeaked Dobby angrily. "A bad boy who - who -"

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