Hermione: Just for the record, the Muggles don't like it when you drive on the wrong side of the road.
Draco: Tell me about it.
Hermione: I've been wondering, what's your line, Malfoy?
Draco: My line? My most effective one is to tell a girl she has hair like a torch at midnight, lips like a red couch in an ivory palace, that I'm lonely and starved for affection. Then, I generally burst into tears. It seldom works.
Hermione: Oh no, you're not one of those, are you?
Draco: One of what?
Hermione: The kind who thinks he has to tell a girl how much money he has.
Draco: What's the matter with having money?
Hermione: Yes, I'm afraid you are. Do me a favor, will you Malfoy? Go whistle up a rope.
Hermione: I never knew you were so into breasts. I thought you were a leg man.
Draco: A leg man? Why would I be a leg man? I don't need legs. I have legs.
Draco: :wipes his face: What is this salty discharge?
Hermione: Oh, Merlin. You're crying.
Draco: This is horrible.
Hermione: You can't tell someone how you feel about their girlfriend until after they stop seeing them.
Draco: I tell you.
Hermione: You. I'm talking about you.
Draco: What'd I say that was so bad?
Hermione: I believe you referred to her personality as a potential science exhibit.
Draco: I also said I was surprised no one killed her yet.
Draco: Blame me.
Hermione: No, I blame myself.
Draco: No. Blame me.
Hermione: Okay, I blame you.
Draco: What, don't blame me!
Draco: I want you to avenge me, Granger.
Hermione: Draco, you're not dying.
Draco: AVENGE ME!
Draco: Now listen, let's keep an eye on each other tonight. In case one of us gets in a bad conversation, we should have a signal that you're in trouble so the other one can get us out of it.
Hermione: How old are you?
Hermione: Sometimes you've can't help some people till they hit rock bottom.
Draco: And by then I've lost interest.
Draco: We can take the flying carpet.
Hermione: Why did your father buy one?
Draco: You know he and mother were separated for a while, he went a little crazy.
Hermione: Not a far trip.
Ron: Hey! Wait! Wait! Wait a second! Where you goin'? I-I hardly ever see you anymore.
Hermione: I've been at Draco's?
Harry: That git.
Hermione: Draco and Blaise are smart, and they read.
Ron: I read.
Harry: Me too.
Hermione: Books, Harry.
Harry: Oh.
Ron: Big deal.
Hermione: Well! I can't spend the rest of my life coming into this bloody flat every ten minutes to pore over the excruciating minutia of every single daily event.
Harry: What's going on? Like yesterday, I went to Gringotts to make a deposit, an' the teller gives me this look.
Ron: Me too!
Hermione: I gotta go.
Draco: You know you're not supposed to brush your teeth for 24 hours before you go to the dentist.
Hermione: I think you're thinking of 'You're not supposed to eat 24 hours before surgery'.
Draco: Oh, you have to eat before surgery. You need your strength.
Draco: I'm all set. I got the portkey. I'm going to the Cayman Islands this Friday.
Hermione: Who goes on vacation without a job? What, do you need a break from getting up at noon?
Draco: I feel something I haven't felt in a long time.
Hermione: Pride?
Draco: No.
Draco: We'll give the item to Granger.
Hermione: Me?
Draco: Yeah. You're a witch. Wizards won't hit a witch.
Hermione: Oh, they won't?
Draco: Not if they don't know you.
Draco: You won't think I'm a bad person?
Hermione: Too late for that.