Oh, HONESTLY, don't you two read?

Hermione drew herself to her full height; her eyes were narrowed and her hair seemed to crackle with electricity. "No," she said, her voice quivering with anger, "but I will write to your mother.

Harry, don't go picking a row with Malfoy, don't forget, he's a prefect now, he could make life difficult for you..." "Wow, I wonder what it'd be like to have a difficult life?" said Harry sarcastically.

Yeah you can have a word," said Harry savagely. "Good-bye.

Gryffindor, where dwell the brave at heart!

I have seen your heart, and it is mine.

Get up, you useless lump, get up!