Ron and Hermione

“Is there any point asking how you’re going to sit two exams at once?” said Harry. “No,” said Hermione shortly. “Has either of you seen my copy of Numerology and Grammatica?”

“Oh, yeah, I borrowed it for a bit of bedtime reading,” said Ron, but very quietly.

Harry and Ron both made furious moves towards Malfoy, but Hermione got there first - SMACK!
She had slapped Malfoy around the face with all the strength she could muster. Malfoy staggered. Harry, Ron, Crabbe and Goyle stood flabbergasted as Hermione raised her hand again.
“Don’t you dare call Hagrid pathetic, you foul - you evil -”
“Hermione!” said Ron weakly, and he tried to grab her hand as she swung it back.

“Get off, Ron!”
Hermione pulled out her wand. Malfoy stepped backwards. Crabbe and Goyle looked at him for instructions, thoroughly bewildered.
“C’mon,” Malfoy muttered, and next moment, all three of them had disappeared into the passageway to the dungeons.
“Hermione!” Ron said again, sounding both stunned and impressed.

“Malfoy’s dad’s frightened the Committee into it,” said Hermione, wiping her eyes. “You know what he’s like. They’re a bunch of doddery old fools, and they were scared. There’ll be an appeal, though, there always is. Only I can’t see any hope…nothing will have changed.”
“Yeah, it will,” said Ron fiercely. “You won’t have to do all the work alone this time, Hermione. I’ll help.”
“Oh, Ron!”
Hermione flung her arms around Ron’s neck and broke down completely. Ron, looking quite terrified, patted her very awkwardly on the top of the head. Finally, Hermione drew away.
“Ron, I’m really, really sorry about Scabbers…” she sobbed.

“Oh - well - he was old,” said Ron, looking thoroughly relieved that she had let go of him. “And he was a bit useless. You never know, Mum and Dad might get me an owl now.”

“Honestly, am I the only person who’s ever bothered to read Hogwarts, A History?” said Hermione crossly to Harry and Ron.

“Probably,” said Ron. “Why?”

“That was the best Defence Against the Dark Arts lesson we’ve ever had, wasn’t it?” said Ron excitedly, as they made their way back to the classroom to get their bags.

“He seems a very good teacher,” said Hermione approvingly. “But I wish I could have had a turn with the Boggart -”
“What would it have been for you?” said Ron, sniggering. “A piece of homework that only got nine out of ten?”

“Miss Weasley should go up to the hospital wing straight away,” Dumbledore interrupted in a firm voice. “This has been a terrible ordeal for her. There will be no punishment. Older and wiser wizards than she have been hoodwinked by Lord Voldemort.” He strode over to the door and opened it. “Bed rest and perhaps a large, steaming mug of hot chocolate. I always find that cheers me up,” he added, twinkling kindly down at her. “You will find that Madam Pomfrey is still awake. She’s just giving out Mandrake juice - I dare say the Basilisk’s victims will be waking up any moment.”

“So Hermione’s okay!” said Ron brightly.