He’s absolutely right. I didn’t rise from the dead to be lectured by fascists. And you really are obnoxious.

She likes to pretend she sees Ron smile. She often leaves them moments alone, times when Harry can say the things he can't say with her there. She likes to pretend she can't hear Harry's sobs through the door.

"You're… very attractive when you're hovering on the verge of an eventual manslaughter conviction."

'So I'm bigger, then,' Ron said. When Harry nodded, he looked absurdly satisfied.

I know I’m not being very romantic here, but I’m not getting any feedback. I value my organs. I’d like to know if you’ll tear them out if I make my move.

Luna raises her eyebrows. "Is that 'I'm in my underpants' not-quite-decent or 'I'm in the shower with Draco' not-quite-decent?"

"Christmas carols! Malfoy! Small children!" Potter, holding aloft a huge plate of mince pies, beamed drunkenly at the crowd on the lawn. "Bloody fantastic. Do you guys know We Three Kings?"