How much for this?
Five Galleons.
How much for me?
Five Galleons.
I'm your brother!
Ten Galleons.
How much for this?
Five Galleons.
How much for me?
Five Galleons.
I'm your brother!
Ten Galleons.
Don't worry. He'll be here in a minute. [starts eating]
Will you stop eating? Your best friend is missing!
Oi. Turn around, you lunatic!
He's covered in blood again. Why is it he's always covered in blood?
Looks like it's his own this time.
Why is it, whenever something happens, it is always you three?
Believe me, Professor, I’ve been asking myself the same question for six years.
What is it he sees in her?
She's smart... funny... attractive...
Attractive?
Well you know... she has nice... skin.
Skin. So you think Dean's dating my sister because of her skin?
Well, no, I'm just saying it could be a contributing factor.
Hermione's got nice skin. You know, as skin goes, I mean.
I-I've never really thought about it. But I suppose, yeah. Very nice. [long pause] ...I think I'll be going to sleep now.
Charms spell. I'm just practicing.
Well, they're really good. [sits down]
How does it feel, Harry? When you see Dean with Ginny? I know. I see the way you look at her. You're my best friend.
Oops! I think this room's taken! [runs off]
What's with the birds?
Oppugno.
It feels like this.
Open up, you. [Smiling broadly as he looks surprised] Don't you trust me? [she feeds him the mince pie]
It's good...
Yeah, I'll just... Get... Yeah. [Offering the platter] Pie?
Not for me, no.
Close your eyes. That way you can’t be tempted. [she hides the Half-Blood Prince's book, then kisses Harry] That can stay hidden up here too, if you like.
So, did you and Ginny do it, then?
What?
You know, hide the book?
Oh... yeah.
What's she doing here!?
I might ask you the same question!
I happen to be his girlfriend!
I happen to be his... friend.
Don't make me laugh. You haven't spoken in weeks! I suppose you want to make up now that he's suddenly all interesting!
He's been poisoned, you daft dimbo! And for the record, I've always found him interesting.
Ah! See? He senses my presence. [leans down] Don't worry, Won-Won! I'm here. I'm here.
Uh... Hermione... Her... my... nee. Hermione...
Oh, to be young and to feel love's keen sting. Well, come away everyone... Mr. Weasley is well tended.
About time, too. Don't you think?
Thank you.
Oh, shut up.
[Harry leaves as Hermione continues to clutch Ron's hand and smiles tenderly at him.]
Okay, so I'm going to be putting you all through a few drills just to assess your strengths. [everyone is still talking] Quiet, please!
SHUT IT!
Thanks. [to everyone] Alright, um, now then. Remember, just because you made the team last year, that doesn't guarantee you a spot this year, is that clear? [everyone is silent] Good.
No hard feelings, Weasley, alright?
What do you mean?
I'll be trying out for Keeper as well. It's nothing personal.
Really? Strapping guy like you. You've got more of a Beater's build, don't you think? Keepers need to be quick, agile.
I like my chances. Say, um, think you could introduce me to your friend Granger? Wouldn't mind, uh...getting on a first-name basis, if you know what I mean. [looks up at Hermione sitting in the stadium and punches Ron on the shoulder]
It's beautiful, isn't it? The moon.
Divine. Had ourselves a little late-night snack, did we?
It was on your bed, the box, I thought I'd try one.
Or twenty.
I can't stop thinking about her, Harry.
Honestly, you know, I reckoned she was starting to annoy you.
She could never annoy me.
I think I love her.
Well, brilliant.
Do you think she knows I exist?
I bloody well hope so. She's been snogging you for three months.
Snogging? Who are you talking about?
Who are you talking about?
Romilda, of course. Romilda Vane.
Okay, very funny.
Ow, what's that for?!
It's no joke! I'm in love with her!
Fine, you're in love with her. Have you ever actually met her?
No. [smiles] Can you introduce me?
Come on, Ron. I'm gonna introduce you to Romilda Vane.
I'm sorry, sir, I wouldn't bother you if it weren't absolutely essential.
Where's Romilda?
What's the matter with Wembley?
Very powerful love potion.
Very well, better bring him in. I would've thought you could whip up a remedy for this in no time, Harry.
Well, I thought this called for more practiced hands, sir.
Hello, darling. What's your drink?
Perhaps you're right.
I'm sorry, by the way, professor, about earlier today. Our misunderstanding.
Oh, not at all. All water under the bridge, you know? Correct?
I expect you're tired a bit after all these years. All the questions about Voldemort.
Don't use that name.
There you are, old boy. Bottoms up.
What's this?
Tonic for the nerves.
What happened to me?
Love potion. A bloody strong one at that.
I feel really bad.
You'll need a pick-me-up, my boy. Got Butterbeer, wine, dazzling oak-matured mead. I had other intentions for this, but I think given the circumstances.
Here we are, Potter. To life!
Ron. Ron. Professor, do something.
I-I don't understand.
Come on, Ron, breathe.
These girls, they're going to kill me.
Quick thinking on your part, Harry, using the bezoar. You must be very proud of your student, Horace.
Hm? Oh, yes, very proud.
I think we agree. Potter's actions were heroic. The question is: why were they necessary?
Why indeed? This appears to be a gift, Horace. You don't remember who gave you this bottle? By the way, possesses remarkably subtle hints of licorice and sherry, but not polluted with poison.
Actually, I had intended to give it as a gift myself.
To whom, I might ask?
To you, Headmaster.
Where is he?! Where's my Won-Won?! Has he been asking for me?! [sees Hermione next to Ron's bed] What's she doing here?!
I might ask you the same question.
I happen to be his girlfriend.
I happen to be his. [looks at Ron, then back] Friend.
Don't make me laugh. You haven't spoken in weeks. I suppose you want to make up with him now, nobody's suddenly all interesting.
He's been poisoned, you daft dimbo! And for the record, I've always found him interesting.
Ah. See? He senses my presence. [leans down] Don't worry, Won-Won. I'm here. I'm here.
I missed her. Uh... Hermione... Her... my... nee. Hermione.
Oh, to be young, and to feel love's keen sting. Well, come away everybody. Mr. Weasley is well tended.
Stop it, Ron. You're making it snow.
Tell me how I broke up with Lavender, again.
Umm, well, she came to visit you in the hospital. And you talked. I don't believe it was a particularly long conversation.
Don't get me wrong, I'm bloody thrilled to be shot of hers. She seems a bit put out.
Yes, she does, doesn't she? You say, you don't remember anything from that night? Anything at all?
There is something.
But it can't be. I was completely boggled, wasn't I?
Right. Boggled.
[Harry looks at his book.]
So, did you and Ginny do it, then?
Harry: [alarmed] What?
You know, hide the book?
Oh, yeah.
Ah. Dear, yes.
Still no luck with Slughorn, then, I take it?
Luck. That's it. All I need's a bit of luck.
Well, how do you feel?
Excellent. Really excellent.
Remember, Slughorn usually eats early, takes a walk, and then returns to his office.
Right. I'm going down to Hagrid's.
What? No. Harry, you've got to go speak to Slughorn. We have a plan.
I know, but I've got a really good feeling about Hagrid's. I feel it's the place to be tonight. Do you know what I mean?
No.
Well, Trust me. I know what I'm doing, or Felix does. [walks past two people and he leaves]