"Harry am I a good witch?"
"Of course you are Hermione. What makes you ask that?"
"Well I can't control my wand."
"I have problems with that too. Especially when I am around you."
"Oh Harry that's kind of you but I am not talented with potions or spells."
"Well you certainly have a way to conjure up some wood. So you have that going for your."
"You are so sweet. Oh and Harry. One more thing."
"Stop staring at my tits."