There's enough filth on my robes without you touching them. — J.K. Rowling

Ah, well. People can be a bit stupid about their pets.

You think the dead we loved ever truly leave us? You think that we don't recall them more clearly than ever in times of great trouble?

Harry and Ron both made furious moves toward Malfoy, but Hermione got there first — SMACK!

She had slapped Malfoy across the face with all the strength she could muster. Malfoy staggered. Harry, Ron, Crabbe, and Goyle stood flabbergasted as Hermione raised her hand again.