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?

McLaggen makes Grawp look like a gentleman.

What will come, will come; you just have to be there to meet it.

He didn't realize that love as powerful as your mother's for you leaves its own mark.

I think writing about the time in Hermione’s life that I write about – growing from childhood into womanhood, literally, I think it brought back to me how very difficult it is.So much is expected of you as you become a woman, and often you are asked to sacrifice parts of you in becoming a girl, I would say. Hermione doesn’t.

Well?" Ron said finally, looking up at Harry. "How was it?" Harry considered it for a moment. "Wet," he said truthfully. Ron made a noise that might have indicated jubilation or disgust, it was hard to tell. "Because she was crying," Harry continued heavily. "Oh," said Ron, his smile faded slightly. "Are you that bad at kissing?" "Dunno," said Harry, who hadn't considered this, and immediately felt rather worried. "Maybe I am.

You could be great, you know, it’s all here in your head, and Slytherin will help you on the way to greatness, no doubt about that.