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~gal-texter Jun2008
Harry and Hermione in “Deathly Hallows” (Part One)
I know some of you out there don’t want to read the seventh book, but just want to hear about/read the Harmonian moments. Then there are others (like me) who just want to reread the H/Hr stuff in DH and enjoy a happy, feel-good hour or two.
So I thought that I’d make an attempt to collect together ALL the H/Hr quotes in the book and put them here in one place. I know that they’re scattered all over this forum and everyone’s been picking them out, but I just thought people might like having them all together to reread whenever the OBHWF depression hits.
Most of all, though, I wanted to try and show how, no matter how delusional it seems (and yes, I’m sure I must be crazy to still think Harmony ought to be sailing), there is still evidence in these books that Harry and Hermione were in love with one another, even if Harry never truly acknowledged it.
This will be long (more than one post)! However, here’s Part One of ‘H/Hr in DH.’
The quotes are arranged chronologically; I’ve put in the page number but not chapter title. All the page numbers are from the UK/British edition of DH, but the extracts have mostly American spelling.
Pg 19
He had never learned how to repair wounds and now he came to think of it – particularly in light of his immediate plans – this seemed a serious flaw in his magical education. Making a mental note to ask Hermione how it was done, he used a large wad of toilet paper to mop up…
Hah. Not even one page into Harry’s point of view in the book, and he’s already thinking of her! Where’s Ron? Certainly not here.
Pg 24
The idea of a teenage Dumbledore was simply odd, like trying to imagine a stupid Hermione or a friendly Blast-Ended Skrewt.
Again, where’s Ron? *looks around frantically, but comes up blank* Ron, Ginny and the other Weasleys might as well not exist for all the mention they get in the earlier pages of Harry’s story.
Pg 43
Wrenching open the back door, Harry hurtled into their midst. There was a general cry of greeting as Hermione flung her arms around him, Ron clapped him on the back and Hagrid said, ‘All righ’, Harry? Ready fer the off?’
Oh, Hermione, you do so love hugging the boy! I really and truly find it interesting that in spite of all the times Ron puts his arm around her, Hermione actually seems to hug him (her supposed soulmate) and Harry (her supposed brother) equally. And this, in contrast to the fact that Ginny never, never, ever seems to hug Ron (her actual brother), even after he endures great dangers and returns home safely.
No one will ever convince me that Harry and Hermione have a brother-sisterly relationship.
Pg 46
There was no need for him to say another word; Harry understood the rest of the plan immediately.
‘No!’ he said loudly, his voice ringing through the kitchen. ‘No way!’
‘I told them you’d take it like this,’ said Hermione, with a hint of complacency.
She knows him much too well…
Pg 47
‘…Our only chance is to use decoys. Even You-Know-Who can’t split himself into seven.’
Harry caught Hermione’s eye and looked away at once.
Silent, meaningful, private looks again? Harry, honestly, you shouldn’t be doing this! The only person you’re allowed to have eye-talk with these days is Ginny, but of course, she won’t understand much, so I don’t blame you. Why not catch Ron’s eye, though? He knows about Horcruxes, too! Really, Harry, you’re making it a tad obvious that you consider Hermione up to your level and Ron… well… not quite there.
‘So, Potter – some of your hair, if you please.’
Harry glanced at Ron, who grimaced at him in a just-do-it sort of way.
Well done, Harry! Just what you need to do to cover up your subconscious lapse two lines previously! You can’t dare look at Hermione again.
Pgs 47-48
Harry dropped the hair into the mud-like liquid. The moment it made contact with its surface the Potion began to froth and smoke then, all at once, it turned a clear, bright gold.
‘Ooh, you look much tastier than Crabbe and Goyle, Harry,’ said Hermione, before catching sight of Ron’s raised eyebrows, blushing slightly and saying, ‘oh, you know what I mean – Goyle’s Potion looked like bogies.’
Priceless! Priceless, I tell you! Hermione and Harry have way too much innuendo creeping out in their associations with one another; it would be downright wrong if people called it brother-sisterly!
She says something dodgy, Ron isn’t happy about it (has anyone ever considered that Ron might have reason to be jealous of the relationship between his two friends?), and dear Hermione blushes. Priceless.
Pg 49
He felt like asking them to show a little more respect for his privacy as they all began stripping off with impunity, clearly much more at ease with displaying his body than they would have been with their own.
Hee, hee! She knows what he looks like stark naked (without a doubt, she peeked, even if she didn’t strip off her underwear. Besides, a bra on a man’s chest? Sorry, not happening.) So Hermione knows what Harry looks like naked, Harry’s no doubt seen her underclothes (turn-on much? Yes, other people saw it all too, but we’re talking about a *scoff* brother and sister here!)… oh, our poor minds!
Pg 52
…his terror for the others was paramount.
They’re under attack, and he’s terrified for his friends. Yes, all of them, but Hermione is one of them, so I think this needs to be noted at least once.
Pg 62
He turned to Ginny and she answered his unspoken plea for information at once.
Good God, boy! You’re supposed to be in love with this girl and you haven’t seen her for an entire month! And yet, upon seeing her for the first time, you don’t even react to her presence? It seems to me, Harry, that Ron and Hermione will always be more important to you than Ginny. So much for that. But I suppose she kisses good, right, so having kids with her would be tolerable. How very romantic.
Pgs 64-65
There was a scuffling outside. Lupin dived for the back door; Harry leapt over Hagrid’s legs, and sprinted into the yard.
Two figures appeared in the yard and as Harry ran towards them he realized they were Hermione, now returning to her normal appearance, and Kingsley, both clutching a bent coat hanger. Hermione flung herself into Harry’s arms, but Kingsley showed no pleasure at the sight of any of them. Over Hermione’s shoulder Harry saw him raise his wand and point it at Lupin’s chest.
Throw yourself at him, Hermione, we love it! What I love about this particular hug is two major things:
One—that instead of Hermione ‘flinging her arms around Harry’, as is generally the way it’s written, she flings herself into his arms. I.e. Harry runs towards her, and snatches her up into a hug. So, so romantic, in my opinion.
Two—they don’t let go for a while. Just like with the hug at the end of HBP, they’re holding one another long enough for Harry to actually witness an entire exchange happening over her shoulder.
Pg 68
‘You’re OK,’ [Ron] mumbled [to both Harry and Hermione], before Hermione flew at him and hugged him tightly.
‘I thought – I thought –’
‘’M all right,’ said Ron, patting her on the back, ‘’M fine.’
In a way, it’s sweet. Just the sort of thing best friends ought to do. And, to be fair, it’s an extended hug as well. But the contrast in the impact of this hug to the impact of the H/Hr one is ludicrous. Romantic? Ron patting her on the back? Oh, yes, hideously so. Brings to mind the POA hug, where he’s ‘terrified’ and ‘pats her on the head’. Sizzling, deeply bonded lovers, these two. No questions there.
Pg 75
Harry stood shaking in the darkness, clutching the gate into the garden, his heart racing, his scar still tingling. It was several moments before he realized that Ron and Hermione were at his side.
‘Harry, come back in the house,’ Hermione whispered. ‘You aren’t still thinking of leaving?’
‘Yeah, you’ve got to stay, mate,’ said Ron, thumping Harry on the back.
‘Are you all right?’ Hermione said, close enough now to look into Harry’s face. ‘You look awful!’
‘Well,’ said Harry shakily, ‘I probably look better than Ollivander…’
When he had finished telling them what he had seen, Ron looked appalled, but Hermione downright terrified.
‘But it was supposed to have stopped! Your scar – it wasn’t supposed to do this any more! You mustn’t let that connection open up again – Dumbledore wanted you to close your mind!’
When he did not reply, she gripped his arm.
How close is she, exactly, to see his face so clearly in the ‘darkness’?
And so we have resumed that age-old habit of clutching his arm! Don’t worry, though, Hermione! All your arm-grabbing hasn’t been in vain… soon, Harry’s going to begin clutching your hand all the freaking time!
Before DH came out, I remember someone in a forum once asking whose arm Hermione would grab in a sticky situation if she was dating Ron. I think this book proves (though not necessarily with this extract) that when push comes to shove, madly in love with Ron and his laundry or not, Hermione still goes for Harry.
Pg 77
He forced himself to look directly into [Mrs. Weasley’s eyes], noticing as he did so that they were precisely the same shade of brown as Ginny’s. This did not help.
Oh, well, that’s it then, isn’t it? Harmony is sunk for good. Goodness me, Ginny has hair the same color as his mother and eyes the same color as his mother figure, so, of course, that means Harry and Ginny are meant to be. It’s Lily and James all over again! Not to mention Oedipus…
Pg 82
‘…They probably Transfigured Moody and stuffed him –’
‘Don’t!’ squealed Hermione. Startled, Harry looked over just in time to see her burst into tears over her copy of Spellman’s Syllabary.
‘Oh, no,’ said Harry, struggling to get up from the old camp bed. ‘Hermione, I wasn’t trying to upset – ’
But with a great creaking of rusty bedsprings Ron bounded off the bed and got there first.
What does this tell me? That Harry apologizes to Hermione when he does something to upset her or something that’s out of order. That he was ready and willing to go to her and comfort her. And that Ron, whom I’m very fond of but who never gave a ###### when Hermione burst into tears before, is suddenly the most considerate and attentive boyfriend in the world. This is where, for me, it really begins: the grotesque tweaking and manipulation of the characters (mostly Ron, whose complete change in demeanor I would have to be a lunatic to attribute wholly to a book about charming teenage witches) to suit the relationship.
Now, these characters belong to JKR and she has every right to do what she pleases with them. But where the R/Hr relationship is concerned, Ron and Hermione are just, well, no longer the Ron and Hermione we love.
Pg 84
‘Listen!’ said Harry again.
‘No, Harry, you listen,’ said Hermione. ‘We’re coming with you. That was decided months ago – years, really.’
Subtext: Ron and I are bonded to you for life, Harry, unlike Ginny, who is only going to be someone for you to hanker after and then marry because she’ll make pretty babies. Also, Ron might take off now and then because he’s only human and he suffers a bit, but I promise you, I’ll never leave you.
And you know what? She never has, and she never does. That, to me, is love. Real, romantic, soul-deep love, in case anyone thinks this is the sort of thing sisters do for their brothers. As a sister, I’d just like to say… no. No, no, a thousand times, no.
Ron got back off the bed, put his arm around [Hermione] once more and frowned at Harry as though reproaching him for lack of tact. Harry could not think of anything to say, not least because it was highly unusual for Ron to be teaching anyone else tact.
Highly unusual? *snorts* Try ‘blatant character manipulation’, Harry. But I’ll forgive you for that gross understatement. It was sweet of you to apologize for upsetting Hermione again right after this:
‘I – Hermione, I’m sorry – I didn’t –’
Pg 86
…Harry looked from one to the other, unable to say anything. The measures they had taken to protect their families made him realize, more than anything else could have done, that they really were going to come with him and that they knew exactly how dangerous that would be. He wanted to tell them what that meant to him, but he simply could not find the words important enough.
Self-explanatory, really. Ginny will never match up to them in Harry’s eyes (or the reader’s), and considering Hermione’s a girl who isn’t Harry’s actual sister, that makes for a very squee-worthy relationship.
Pg 88
‘But when did you do this?’ Harry asked, regarding Hermione with a mixture of admiration and incredulity.
Short and sweet. He admires her. Always has, even back before Ron never bothered to appreciate her intelligence.
Pg 98
‘Harry, will you come in here a moment?’
It was Ginny. Ron came to an abrupt halt, but Hermione took him by the elbow and tugged him up the stairs. Feeling nervous, Harry followed Ginny into her room.
This bit is followed by the H/G kiss that, in my book, totally and irrevocably proves that Harry and Ginny’s relationship is nothing but hormones and forgetfulness, and it’s completely ludicrous that it should have lasted into a long marriage.
However, this bit in particular has Hermione dragging Ron away from them, to leave them alone. One might wonder why she would do this if she is, in fact, truly in love with Harry, when Ron has provided her with a perfect excuse to stay and make sure Harry and Ginny don’t get up to any hanky-panky.
This is where my delusional mind comes in. I realize this is probably not how it’s supposed to be, but I prefer to imagine it like this: to me, Harry and Hermione are in love with one another. However, Hermione, convinced after the Ginny-and-Harry’s-hormones thing that Harry’s in love with Ginny, clings to the illusion that she can find love with Ron, who likes her well enough but who treats her rather badly now and then. Harry, discovering R/Hr and believing Hermione is happy with Ron, decides he’ll stick with Ginny, because, after all, he’s fond of her and attracted to her.
Basically, that they’re always at cross-purposes, believing the other will be happy with someone else.
It’s fun to be delusional (and dramatic)!
Another note: Harry is nervous when he follows Ginny into her room. Not excited. Not pleasurably nervous. Just plain nervous. He is never going to be as comfortable with her as he is with Hermione.
Pg 109
‘It belongs to Harry!’ said Hermione hotly. ‘It chose him, he was the one who found it, it came to him out of the Sorting Hat –’
Ah, sweet Hermione (a veritable lioness) launching herself to her lion’s defense because she thinks he’s being cheated out of what’s rightfully his.
Pg 114
‘Ron, you know full well Harry and I were brought up by Muggles!’ said Hermione.
Just a little something that illustrates to me how much H/Hr have in common (and it’s something Ron or Ginny will never understand).
Pg 121
In the front row, Mrs Weasley and Madame Delacour were both sobbing quietly into scraps of lace. Trumpet-like sounds from the back of the marquee told everyone that Hagrid had taken out one of his own tablecloth-sized handkerchiefs. Hermione turned and beamed at Harry; her eyes, too, were full of tears.
‘…then I declare you bonded for life.’
There is no way this could have been an accident. No bloody way. First off, that very quote is so insensibly romantic and deep and profound that there’s no way JKR or her editors could have missed the way it comes across. Secondly, it would have been insanely easy to instead write something along the lines of
Ginny turned her head and beamed across at Harry; her eyes, too, were full of tears.
‘…then I declare you bonded for life.’
Or
Out of the corner of his eye, Harry saw Ron and Hermione look at one another; Hermione’s eyes, too, were full of tears as they met Ron’s.
‘…then I declare you bonded for life.’
No! No, it’s Harry and Hermione who have that moment. Why? Because that quote in bold is the very epitome of the friendship, attraction and deep, romantic love that characterizes the relationship between these two characters. If ever there was a (chemical) wedding between Sulfur and Mercury in DH, this is it.
And they wonder why we’re still H/Hr shippers…
Pg 135
Harry and Hermione jumped to their feet and drew their wands… Then somebody screamed.
Harry and Hermione threw themselves into the panicking crowd. Guests were sprinting in all directions; many were Disapparating; the protective enchantments around The Burrow had broken.
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“Ron! Ron!” Hermione called, half sobbing as she and Harry were buffeted by terrified guests: Harry seized her hand to make sure they weren’t separated… Harry felt her turn on the spot; sight and sound were extinguished as darkness pressed in upon him; all he could feel was Hermione’s hand…
Harry and Hermione work together in tandem and in partnership, looking for and taking care of Ron like parents would their son. Harry also begins what I will henceforward call HUTKAFHH (Harry Unable to Keep Away from Hermione’s Hand). I mean, they’ve been in danger before. Why is he suddenly as determined to clutch her hand as she has always been to clutch his arm? Can he possibly be realizing how much he loves her? (*snort* brotherly love or not…)
Pg 145
‘Harry, do you want your toothbrush? I’ve got it here.’
‘Yeah, great, thanks,’ he said, fighting to keep his voice casual as he stood up to let her in.
Just a sweet, domestic scene. The kind of domestic scene that’s infinitely sweeter and less chauvinistic than laundering someone’s underpants.
Pg 146
Her arm curved to the floor, her fingers inches from Ron’s. Harry wondered whether they had fallen asleep holding hands. The idea made him feel strangely lonely.
He doesn’t say ‘the idea made him miss Ginny’. No, it makes him strangely lonely. I don’t think Harry’s very happy with the idea of Ron and Hermione being together. I think (though, again, I must be delusional to think so) he wishes he were the one who had fallen asleep holding Hermione’s hand.
Pg 151
‘Harry? Harry! Harry!’
‘I’m here!’ he called. ‘What’s happened?’
There was a clatter of footsteps outside the door, and Hermione burst inside.
‘We woke up and didn’t know where you were!’ she said breathlessly. She turned and shouted over her shoulder, ‘Ron! I’ve found him!’
<snip>
‘Harry, don’t just disappear, please, we were terrified…
Really, Hermione, you’re making it far too obvious that you’re in love with this boy! Don’t panic so much—you might make Ron (who is, I believe, ‘annoyed’ during this scene) suspicious!
…Why did you come up here, anyway?’ She gazed around the ransacked room. ‘What have you been doing?’
‘Look what I’ve just found.’
He held out his mother’s letter. Hermione took it and read it while Harry watched her. When she reached the end of the page, she looked up at him.
‘Oh, Harry…’
‘And there’s this, too.’
He handed her the torn photograph, and Hermione smiled at the baby zooming in and out of sight on the toy broom.
There is something just so incredibly wonderful about this scene. Hermione’s terrified when she can’t find Harry, afraid something may have happened to him. Harry shows her something intensely personal (the only person that we know of he shows the letter or photograph to is Hermione) and she’s moved by the letter and touched by the photograph of baby Harry. It seems impossible that H/G or R/Hr could ever share a moment as intensely personal and private as this.
Pg 154
Harry shook his head, pointing at Regulus’s sign. She read it, then clutched Harry’s arm so tightly that he winced.
Old habits, old habits… eager much, Hermione?
Pg 162
‘Oh, Kreacher!’ wailed Hermione, who was crying. She dropped to her knees beside the elf and tried to hug him. At once he was on his feet, cringing away from her, obviously repulsed.
‘The Mudblood touched Kreacher, he will not allow it, what would his mistress say?’
‘I told you not to call her “Mudblood”!’ snarled Harry…
Ron, where the heck are you? Isn’t it your job to defend Hermione, especially against ‘Mudblood’ attacks? Harry sounds rather angry about it, too, do you think he might have a thing for her? You really should have said something—now she might think Harry cares more about her than you do!
And she won’t be the only one to think so.
Pg 164
‘Kreacher, I am going to ask you to do something,’ said Harry. He glanced at Hermione for assistance: he wanted to give the order kindly, but at the same time, he could not pretend that it was not an order. However, the change in his tone seems to have gained her approval: she smiled encouragingly.
Talk about anvils. Because, really, teenage brothers do go out of their way to better themselves and seek the approval of their teenage sisters.
Pg 193
‘Harry, you keep talking about what your wand did,’ said Hermione, ‘but you made it happen! Why are you so determined not to take responsibility for your own power?’
‘Because I know it wasn’t me! And so does Voldemort, Hermione! We both know what really happened!’
They glared at each other…
This is what real sexual tension and what mature conflict is about—arguing over things that really matter, not mindless unimportant rubbish, and standing really close to one another in a bathroom, breathing hard, glaring… oh, my mind!
Pg 214
‘I’m behind you,’ he whispered in Hermione’s ear.
Are you indeed, Harry? I suppose you ought to be relieved, then, that most of us know the context of this quote, else you’d be in a spot of trouble, wouldn’t you?
Not to mention we’re back to the whispering-and-breathing-in-each-other’s-ears thing.
Pg 217
A silver otter burst from the end of Hermione’s wand and swam gracefully through the air to join the stag.
Ah, Patronuses. There they go, gliding alongside one another, protecting Harry and Hermione and leading innocent people to freedom. Why don’t they just get married in mid-air while they’re at it?
*sighs*
And now, I shall leave you here for the moment. Part Two of my analysis and dissection of DH will be up soon!
Part 2- gal-texter
