I Like A Quiet Life, You Know

Prongs Rode Again Last Night... You Know, Harry, In A Way, You Did See Your Father Last Night... You Found Him Inside Yourself.

Harry: This Book Belongs To Harry Potter. Ron: Shared By Ron Weasley, Because His Fell Apart. Hermione: Why Don't You Buy A New One Then? Ron: Write On Your Own Book, Hermione. Hermione: You Bought All Those Dungbombs On Saturday. You Could Have Bought A New Book Instead. Ron: Dungbombs Rule.

Well You Seemed Too Busy To Call Him A Prat And I Thought Someone Should.

Nothing More Or Less Than The Deepest, Most Desperate Desire Of Our Hearts.

Did You See Me Disarm Hermione, Harry?" "only Once" Said Hermione Stung. "i Got You Loads More Then You Got Me—" "i Did Not Only Get You Once, I Got You At Least Three Times—" "well If You're Counting The One Where You Tripped Over Your Own Feet And Knocked The Wand Out Of My Hand—