Hermione: What’s wrong with your hand?
[Harry hides his left hand under his book and shows her his right hand]
Hermione: Your other hand.
[grabbing his left arm from under his book]
Hermione: You’ve got to tell Dumbledore!
Harry: No. Dumbledore’s got enough on his mind right now. Anyway, I don’t want to give Umbridge the satisfaction.
Hermione: Harry, you’ve got to report this! It’s perfectly simple, you’re being…
Harry: No, it’s not! Hermione whatever this is, it’s not simple. You don’t understand.
Hermione: Then help us to!
Hermione: Harry? Is that you?
Hermione: How are you feeling? Ok? The key is to concentrate. After that, you just have to…
Harry: Battle a dragon.
Hermione: [gasps and starts hugging Harry. Then a camera flash breaks them apart]
Rita Skeeter: Young LOVE!
Hermione: What is it, Harry? What is it you know?
Harry: There’s a reason I can hear them… the Horcruxes. I think I’ve known for awhile.
[Realization dawns on Hermione]
Harry: And I think you have too.
Hermione: [She begins to cry] I’ll go with you!
Harry: No. Kill the snake. Kill the snake and then it’s just him.
(Hermione runs to hug him)
(Harry and Hermione stands at Lily’s and James’ grave in Godric’s Hollow. Hermione sees the tears that streams down his face. She magically leaves a wreath of Christmas roses by it with her wand. Harry stares at them with an emotional face)
Harry: Merry Christmas, Hermione.
Hermione: Merry Christmas, Harry.
[Hermione leans her head on his shoulder]