I've only skimmed through DH. She doesn't seem to be in it much, and when she is, Harry mostly thinks of her in a physical way.
I guess Ginny's is to Harry, as Victor Krum was to Hermione.
AKA, no Ginny does like, nothing in this book.
Version: US
Page: 362
Quote:
"She picked up the book and then walked back past him into the tent, but as she did so, she brushed the top of his head lightly with her hand. He closed his eyes at her touch, and hated himself for wishing that what she said was true: that Dumbledore had really cared."
Reason: If only JKR cared. Next to GH Graveyard scene, this one is my favorite. I'll be glad to see some H/Hr acted out on the big screen.
This scene gave me butterflies. The nice, kind though.
Here's the text of the graveyard if anyone wants to read it
US Deathly Hallows
pg 328-329
QUOTE
But they were not living, thought Harry: They were gone. The empty words could not disguise the fact that his parents' mouldering remains lay beneath snow and stone, indifferent, unknowing. And tears came before he could stop them, boiling hot then instantly freezing on his face, and what was the point in wiping them off or pretending? He let them fall, his lips pressed hard together, looking down at the thick snow hiding from his eyes the place where the last of Lily and James lay, bones now, surely, or dust, not knowing or caring that their living son stood so near, his heart still beating, alive because of their sacrifice and close to wishing, at this moment that he was sleeping under the snow with them.
Hermione had taken his hand again and was gripping it tightly. He could not look at her, but returned the pressure, now taking deep, sharp gulps of night air, trying to steady himself, trying to regain control. He should have brought something to give them, and he had not thought of it, and every plant in the graveyard was leafless and frozen. But Hermione raised her wand, moved it in a circle through the air, and a wreath of Christmas roses blossomed before them. Harry caught it and laid it on his parents' grave.
As soon as he stood up he wanted to leave: He did not think he could stand another moment there. He put his arm around Hermione's shoulders, and she put hers around his waist, and they turned in silence and walked away through the snow....
And this one had me tearing up. This is probably like, the most touching H/Hr moment I've ever read. When I came to this, I fell in love with H/Hr all over again.
