Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix (Harry Potter, #5)

by J.K. Rowling

“Fought ’em off, did you, son?” said Uncle Vernon loudly, with the appearance of a man struggling to bring the conversation back onto a plane he understood. “Gave ’em the old one-two, did you?” “You can’t give a dementor the old one-two,” said Harry through clenched teeth.

“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?”

Harry’s insides reinflated so rapidly he felt as though he might actually float a few inches off the dropping-strewn floor. Who cared about a stupid flying horse, Cho thought he had been really brave. . . .

“Hermione, you are honestly the most wonderful person I’ve ever met,” said Ron weakly, “and if I’m ever rude to you again —” “— I’ll know you’re back to normal,” said Hermione.

“And talking about Michael and Ginny . . . what about Cho and you?” “What d’you mean?” said Harry quickly. It was as though boiling water was rising rapidly inside him; a burning sensation that was causing his face to smart in the cold — had he been that obvious? “Well,” said Hermione, smiling slightly, “she just couldn’t keep her eyes off you, could she?” Harry had never before appreciated just how beautiful the village of Hogsmeade was.