Hermione had come in for her fair share of unpleasantness too, but she hadn’t yet started yelling at innocent bystanders; in fact, Harry was full of admiration for the way she was handling the situation.
“Stunningly pretty? Her?” Pansy Parkinson had shrieked the first time she had come face-to-face with Hermione after Rita’s article had appeared. “What was she judging against - a chipmunk?”
“Ignore it,” Hermione said in a dignified voice, holding her head in the air and stalking past the sniggering Slytherin girls as though she couldn’t hear them. “Just ignore it, Harry.”
But Rita Skeeter had gone even further than transforming his “er’s” into long, sickly sentences: She had interviewed other people about him too. “Harry has at last found love at Hogwarts. His close friend, Colin Creevey, says that Harry is rarely seen out of the company of one Hermione Granger, a stunningly pretty Muggle-born girl who, like Harry, is one of the top students in the school.”
He had reached for his wand before he'd thought what he was doing.
"Oh very funny," Hermione said sarcastically to Pansy Parkinson and her gang of Slytherin girls, who were laughing harder than anyone, "really witty."
Ron was standing against the wall with Dean and Seamus. He wasn’t laughing, but he wasn’t sticking up for Harry either.
“Want one, Granger?” said Malfoy, holding out a badge to Hermione. “I’ve got loads. But don’t touch my hand, now. I’ve just washed it, you see; don’t want a Mudblood sliming it up.”
Some of the anger Harry had been feeling for days and days seemed to burst through a dam in his chest. He had reached for his wand before he’d thought what he was doing. People all around them scrambled out of the way, backing down the corridor.
"Have you seen Ron?" Harry interrupted. Hermione hesitated.
“Erm… yes… he was at breakfast,” she said.
“Does he still think I entered myself?”
“Well… no, I don’t think so … not really,” said Hermione awkwardly.
“What’s that supposed to mean, ‘not really’?”
“Oh Harry, isn’t it obvious?” Hermione said despairingly. “He’s jealous!”
“Jealous?” Harry said incredulously. “Jealous of what? He wants to make a prat of himself in front of the whole school, does he?”
“Look,” said Hermione patiently, “it’s always you who gets all the attention, you know it is. I know it’s not your fault,” she added quickly, seeing Harry open his mouth furiously. “I know you don’t ask for it.. . but - well - you know, Ron’s got all those brothers to compete against at home, and you’re his best friend, and you’re really famous - he’s always shunted to one side whenever people see you, and he puts up with it, and he never mentions it, but I suppose this is just one time too many…
“Great,” said Harry bitterly. “Really great. Tell him from me I’ll swap any time he wants. Tell him from me he’s welcome to it…. People gawping at my forehead everywhere I go…”
“I’m not telling him anything,” Hermione said shortly. “Tell him yourself. It’s the only way to sort this out.”
“I’m not running around after him trying to make him grow up!” Harry said, so loudly that several owls in a nearby tree took flight in alarm. “Maybe he’ll believe I’m not enjoying myself once I’ve got my neck broken or -“
“That’s not funny,” said Hermione quietly. “That’s not funny at all.” She looked extremely anxious.
He walked resolutely over to the portrait hole, pushed it open, climbed out of it, and found himself face-to-face with Hermione.
“Hello,” she said, holding up a stack of toast, which she was carrying in a napkin. “I brought you this… . Want to go for a walk?”
“Good idea,” said Harry gratefully.
They went downstairs, crossed the entrance hall quickly without looking in at the Great Hall, and were soon striding across the lawn toward the lake, where the Durmstrang ship was moored, reflected blackly in the water. It was a chilly morning, and they kept moving, munching their toast, as Harry told Hermione exactly what had happened after he had left the Gryffindor table the night before. To his immense relief, Hermione accepted his story without question.
“Well, of course I knew you hadn’t entered yourself,” she said when he’d finished telling her about the scene in the chamber off the Hall. “The look on your face when Dumbledore read out your name!”
"It wasn’t her!" said Hermione. She looked very nervous, speaking up in front of all these Ministry wizards, yet determined all the same. "Winky’s got a squeaky little voice, and the voice we heard doing the incantation was much deeper!" She looked around at Harry and Ron, appealing for their support. "It didn’t sound anything like Winky, did it?"
“No,” said Harry, shaking his head. “It definitely didn’t sound like an elf.”
I'm just gonna post this without the quote because it applies to the whole scene.
The entire Time-Turner scene was fantastic. Harry and Hermione, working together as they always do at the end of the book, as Harry retold what he’d thought he’d seen. He was nervous to tell Hermione about seeing his father doing the Patronus. But she sat and listened and offered advice. She didn’t judge, she didn’t make him feel bad. What really makes this moment, though, is how Hermione, knowing Harry so well, was silent. She saw him struggling with the memory of seeing his father. She looked away toward the Willow and let him grieve without prodding him or embarrassing him. And Harry was thankful. I also really like the wording JK uses to describe a lot of Harry and Hermione’s scenes together in this book. Along with the scene in the hospital, and many other scenes, Harry and Hermione are almost romanticized in many scenes. Describing the moonlight falling over Hermione as Harry looked at her, or how the leaves blew around them as they waited here. I also think, and this is just my opinion, that Dumbledore wants Harry and Hermione to get closer. He’s always getting them in situations together. He seems to want them to work together as much as possible. This may not be romantic; he may just know that Harry has a big fight ahead of him and Hermione is going to be one of his biggest champions. But he seems to know that Harry needs Hermione and her strong-willedness as much as Harry, sometimes, seems to fight against it. This scene was just a wonderful moment between Harry and Hermione, sitting alone together.
Harry stood, transfixed by the sight, too intent upon the battle to notice anything else. It was Hermione's scream that alerted him --
It’s funny that a werewolf is going mad, Sirius is fighting him in dog form, Ron is in danger, and yet the only thing that snaps Harry back is Hermione’s scream. Like his entire being is very aware of her, and her alone.
She now grasped Harry's arm painfully hard. [...] Hermione suddenly grabbed Harry's arm again. [...] Hermione's grip on Harry's arm was so tight he was losing feeling in his fingers. He raised his eyebrows at her; she nodded again and let go.
There are so many moments in all of the books where Hermione grabs Harry’s arm when she’s scared or nervous. I think this is a good moment because it shows that Hermione gains strength from Harry. I don’t see it as Hermione being weak and having to hold on to Harry because she’s scared, but more as Hermione gathering her strength from physical contact with Harry. Like she needs to remind herself that he’s there with her and she isn’t alone.
Harry was sitting with Ron and Hermione, removed from the center of things, trying not to think about the next day, because every time he did, he had the horrible sensation that something very large was fighting to get out of his stomach. "You're going to be fine," Hermione told him, though she looked positively terrified.
Hermione can often read Harry’s mind. She knows just by looking at him that he’s nervous even though he’s trying to hide it. Hermione has always been able to read Harry when no one else can.
Only one person wasn't joining in the festivities. Hermione, incredibly, was sitting in a corner, attempting to read an enormous book [...] "Did you even come to the match?" he ask her. [...] "Come on, Hermione, come and have some food," Harry said, [...] Hermione burst into tears. Before Harry could say or do anything, she tucked the enormous book under her arm, and, still sobbing, ran toward the staircase to the girls' dormitories and out of sight. "Can't you give her a break?" Harry asked Ron quietly. "No," said Ron flatly.
Harry couldn’t really enjoy the party. He noticed that Hermione was sitting in a corner by herself. He left the party to try and persuade her to join him. He missed her and knew something was wrong. He was getting tired of Ron bashing her at every chance he could and told him to back off. It’s a testament to how much Harry cares about Hermione that he confronted Ron about his behavior; Harry rarely makes waves with Ron unless absolutely necessary.
"You know what -- we should make up with Hermione ... She was only trying to help..."
Harry hates not speaking to Hermione; it’s driving him crazy. He hates not being able to talk to her, even though he wants to. I think Harry was genuinely upset with Hermione for a short time, but only kept it going because Ron kept prodding him about it. It’s almost like Harry was trying to prove he could go a few days without speaing to her. But if you read through the entire time that they weren’t speaking, Harry is often looking over at her in the common room, he’s noticing where she is at night, taking notice of what she’s doing… if you’re really angry with someone you don’t care. Fighting with Hermione always tends to leave Harry just wanting to be around her more than any other time. He takes notice of her more when he’s fighting with her than at any other moment when they’re still speaking.
"Because I thought -- and Professor McGonagall agrees with me -- that that broom was probably sent to Harry by Sirius Black!"
Hermione would rather Harry be angry at her than to see him injured in any way. Because of this, she risks losing her friends to save his life. She knows how hurt Harry would be, but she does it anyway because she cares about him.
Harry threw himself into a chair beside Ron, his high spirits ebbing away. Hermione seemed to read his mind.
Hermione is normally very sensitive to Harry’s feelings and this moment is no different. She doesn’t even need him to speak to know how disappointed he is to be listening to everyone talking about the Hogsmeade weekend.
Everyone was looking at Harry except Hermione, who had gotten up and moved around to the back of Professor Trelawney's chair. "I don't think it looks like a Grim," she said flatly.
Hermione thought Trelawney was ridiculous and how Harry was being treated was unfair. She’s the only one to stand up for him, even when it meant back-talking a teacher — something Hermione would never normally do — and possibly paying for it in her grades. But she does it without hesitation.
Harry laughed as he put Hermione's letter aside and picked up her present. It was very heavy. Knowing Hermione, he was sure it would be a large book full of very difficult spells---but it wasn't. His heart gave a huge bound as he ripped back the paper and saw a sleek black leather case, with silver words stamped across it, reading Broomstick Servicing Kit. "Wow, Hermione!"
Hermione still manages to surprise Harry, despite how he think he knows her. She didn’t buy him something she would want for herself, but got him what she really thought he’d like. She knows just what would make him happy.
Hermione put her hands on Buckbeak’s back and Harry gave her a leg up. Then he placed his foot on one of the lower branches of the bush and climbed up in front of her. He pulled Buckbeak’s rope back over his neck and tied it to the other side of his collar like reins.
“Ready?” he whispered to Hermione. “You’d better hold on to me —”