So Pretty

Draco: One of what?

Hermione: The kind who thinks he has to tell a girl how much money he has.

Draco: What's the matter with having money?

Hermione: Oh, Merlin. You're crying.

Draco: I tell you.

Hermione: You. I'm talking about you.

Draco: What'd I say that was so bad?

Hermione: I believe you referred to her personality as a potential science exhibit.

Hermione: No, I blame myself.

Draco: No. Blame me.

Hermione: Okay, I blame you.

Hermione: Draco, you're not dying.

Hermione: Why did your father buy one?

Draco: You know he and mother were separated for a while, he went a little crazy.

Hermione: I've been at Draco's?

Harry: That git.

Hermione: Draco and Blaise are smart, and they read.

Ron: I read.

Harry: Me too.

Hermione: Books, Harry.

Harry: Oh.

Ron: Big deal.

Hermione: Well! I can't spend the rest of my life coming into this bloody flat every ten minutes to pore over the excruciating minutia of every single daily event.

Harry: What's going on? Like yesterday, I went to Gringotts to make a deposit, an' the teller gives me this look.

Ron: Me too!

Hermione: I think you're thinking of 'You're not supposed to eat 24 hours before surgery'.

Hermione: Pride?

Hermione: Me?

Draco: Yeah. You're a witch. Wizards won't hit a witch.

Hermione: Oh, they won't?