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rynneBecause I have been getting increasingly annoyed at how many people say that Ron and Hermione fight all the time, I have decided to prove how I really don’t have a life and go through all the books, typing up Ron and Hermione’s interactions, and then determining (subjectively, obviously, but I hope it’s something others can agree with) whether they are getting along or not.
So, here we go. All my copies of the books are American hardcover first editions (except Goblet of Fire, but it disappeared and I have to get a new one), so all references to page numbers are with those.
PS/SS:
He had just raised his wand when the compartment door slid open again. The toadless boy was back, but this time he had a girl with him. She was already wearing her new Hogwarts robes.
“Has anyone seen a toad? Neville’s lost one,” she said. She had a bossy sort of voice, lots of bushy brown hair, and rather large front teeth.
“We’ve already told him we haven’t seen it,” said Ron, but the girl wasn’t listening, she was looking at the wand in his hand.
“Oh, are you doing magic? Let’s see it, then.”
She sat down. Ron looked taken aback.
“Er—all right.”
He cleared his throat.
“Sunshine, daisies, butter mellow,
Turn this stupid, fat rat yellow.”
He waved his wand, but nothing happened. Scabbers stayed gray and fast asleep.
“Are you sure that’s a real spell?” said the girl. “We, it’s not very good, is it? I’ve tried a few simple spells just for practice and it’s all worked for me. Nobody in my family’s magic at all, it was ever such a surprise when I got my letter, but I was ever so pleased, of course, I mean, it’s the very best school of witchcraft there is, I’ve heard—I’ve learned all our course books by heart, of course, I just hope it will be enough—I’m Hermione Granger, by the way, who are you?”
She said all this very fast.
Harry looked at Ron, and was relieved to see by his stunned face that he hadn’t learned all the course books by heart either.
“I’m Ron Weasley,” Ron muttered.
“Harry Potter,” said Harry.
“Are you really?” said Hermione. “I know all about you, of course—I got a few extra books for background reading, and you’re in Modern Magical History and The Rise and Fall of the Dark Arts and Great Wizarding Events of the Twentieth Century.”
“Am I?” said Harry, feeling dazed.
“Goodness, didn’t you know, I’d have found out everything I could if it was me,” said Hermione. “Do either of you know what house you’ll be in? I’ve been asking around, and I hope I’m in Gryffindor, it sounds by far the best; I hear Dumbledore himself was in it, but I suppose Ravenclaw wouldn’t be too bad…. Anyway, we’d better go and look for Neville’s toad. You two had better change, you know, I expect we’ll be there soon.”
And she left, taking the toadless boy with her.
“Whatever house I’m in, I hope she’s not in it,” said Ron.
(Chapter six, The Journey from Platform Nine and Three-Quarters, pages 105/106)
Mild disgruntlement, I think. But they just met, so let’s move on.
Perhaps they thought there were more rats lurking amongst the sweets, or perhaps they’d heard footsteps, because a second later, Hermione Granger had come in.
“What has been going on?” she said, looking at the sweets all over the floor and Ron picking up Scabbers by his tail.
“I think he’s been knocked out,” Ron said to Harry. He looked closer at Scabbers. “No—I don’t believe it—he’s gone back to sleep.”
And so he had.
“You’ve met Malfoy before?”
Harry explained about their meeting in Diagon Alley.
“I’ve heard of his family,” said Ron darkly. “They were some of the first to come back to our side after You-Know-Who disappeared. Said they’d been bewitched. My dad doesn’t believe it. He says Malfoy’s father didn’t need an excuse to go over to the Dark Side.” He turned to Hermione. “Can we help you with something?”
“You’d better hurry up and put your robes on, I’ve just been up to the front to ask the conductor, and he says we’re nearly there. You haven’t been fighting, have you? You’ll be in trouble before we even get there!”
“Scabbers has been fighting, not us,” said Ron, scowling at her. “Would you mind leaving while we change?”
“All right—I only came in here because people outside are acting very childishly, racing up and down the corridors,” said Hermione in a sniffy voice. “And you’ve got dirt on your nose, by the way, did you know?”
Ron glared at her as she left.
(Chapter six, pages 109/110)
Not getting along.
“Granger, Hermione!”
Hermione almost ran to the stool and jammed the hat eagerly on her head.
“GRYFFINDOR!” shouted the hat. Ron groaned.
(Chapter seven, The Sorting Hat, page 120)
No direct interaction, but Ron’s feelings are plain. He’s not happy that Hermione is in the same house he thinks he’ll be in.
“Excuse me.”
The both looked up. It was Hermione Granger.
“Can’t a person eat in peace in this place?” said Ron.
Hermione ignored him and spoke to Harry.
“I couldn’t help overhearing what you and Malfoy were saying—”
“Bet you could,” Ron muttered.
“—and you mustn’t go wandering around the school at night, think of the points you’ll lose Gryffindor if you’re caught, and you’re bound to be. It’s really very selfish of you.”
“And it’s really none of your business,” said Harry.
“Good-bye,” said Ron.
(Chapter nine, The Midnight Duel, page 154)
Not getting along.
A lamp flickered on. It was Hermione Granger, wearing a pink bathrobe and a frown.
“You!” said Ron furiously. “Go back to bed!”
…
“Now what am I going to do?” she asked shrilly.
“That’s your problem,” said Ron. “We’ve got to go, we’re going to be late.”
They hadn’t even reached the end of the corridor when Hermione caught up with them.
“I’m coming with you,” she said.
“You are not.”
“D’you think I’m going to stand out here and wait for Filch to catch me? If he finds all three of us I’ll tell him the truth, that I was trying to stop you, and you can back me up.”
“You’ve got some nerve—” said Ron loudly.
…
Ron looked at his watch and then glared furiously at Hermione and Neville.
“If either of you get us caught, I’ll never rest until I’ve learned that Curse of the Bogies Quirrell told us about, and used it on you.”
Hermione opened her mouth, perhaps to tell Ron exactly how to use the Curse of the Bogies, but Harry hissed at her to be quiet and beckoned them all forward.
…
“I—told—you,” Hermione gasped, clutching at the stitch in her chest, “I—told—you.”
“We’ve got to get back to Gryffindor tower,” said Ron, “quickly as possible.”
…
“I hope you’re pleased with yourselves. We could all have been killed—or worse, expelled. Now, if you don’t mind, I’m going to bed.”
Ron stared after her, his mouth open.
“No, we don’t mind,” he said. “You’d think we dragged her along, wouldn’t you?”
(Chapter nine, pages 155-162)
For the most part, not getting along.
Hermione was now refusing to speak to Harry and Ron, but she was such a bossy know-it-all that they saw this as an added bonus.
(Chapter ten, Halloween, page 164)
Harry is included in this, but not getting along.
“I suppose you think that’s a reward for breaking the rules?” came an angry voice from just behind them. Hermione was stomping up the stairs, looking disapprovingly at the package in Harry’s hands.
“I thought you weren’t speaking to us?” said Harry.
“Yes, don’t stop now,” said Ron, “it’s doing us so much good.”
Hermione marched away with her nose in the air.
(Chapter ten, page 166)
Not getting along.
Ron, at the next table, wasn’t have much more luck.
“Wingardium Leviosa!” he shouted, waving his long arms like a windmill.
“You’re saying it wrong,” Harry heard Hermione snap. “It’s Wing-gar-dium Levi-o-sa, make the ‘gar’ nice and long.”
“You do it, then, if you’re so clever,” Ron snarled.
Hermione rolled up the sleeves of her gown, flicked her wand, and said, “Wingardium Leviosa!”
Their feather rose off the desk and hovered about four feet above their heads.
“Oh, well done!” cried Professor Flitwick, clapping. “Everyone see here, Miss Granger’s done it!”
Ron was in a very bad mood by the end of the class.
“It’s a wonder no one can stand her,” he said to Harry as they pushed their way into the crowded corridor, “she’s a nightmare, honestly.”
Someone knocked into Harry as they hurried past him. It was Hermione. Harry caught a glimpse of her face—and was startled to see that she was in tears.
“I think she heard you.”
“So?” said Ron, but he looked a bit uncomfortable. “She must’ve noticed that she’s got no friends.”
(Chapter ten, page 171/172)
Not getting along, though I doubt Ron liked making her cry.
As they jostled their way through a crowd of confused Hufflepuffs, Harry suddenly grabbed Ron’s arm.
“I’ve just thought—Hermione.”
“What about her?”
“She doesn’t know about the troll.”
Ron bit his lip.
“Oh, all right,” he snapped. “But Percy’d better not see us.
(Chapter ten, page 173)
Concern. Not much, but it’s there.
Most of the direct interaction in the troll scene is just action, but Ron does his part in saving Hermione from the troll. Anyway, now that they’re actually friends and Hermione’s gotten more relaxed about the rules, Ron and Hermione get along better. *flips through pages*
Getting up, he told Ron and Hermione that he was going to ask Snape if he could have it.
“Better you than me,” they said together…
(Chapter eleven, Quidditch, page 182)
Getting along.
Hermione’s eyes were wide.
“No—he wouldn’t,” she said. “I know he’s not very nice, but he wouldn’t try and steal something Dumbledore was keeping safe.”
“Honestly, Hermione, you think all teachers are saints or something,” snapped Ron. “I’m with Harry. I wouldn’t put anything past Snape. But what’s he after? What’s that dog guarding?”
(Chapter eleven, page 183)
Not getting along.
Ron and Hermione squeezed together to give Hagrid enough space to join them.
(Chapter eleven, page 186)
Getting along—they’re sitting together, at least.
At these words, Hermione seized Hagrid’s binoculars, but instead of looking up at Harry, she started looking frantically through the crowd.
“What are you doing?” moaned Ron, grey-faced.
“I knew it,” Hermione gasped, “Snape—look.”
Ron grabbed the binoculars. Snape was in the middle of the stands opposite them. He had his eyes fixed on Harry and was muttering something nonstop under his breath.
“He’s doing something—jinxing the broom,” said Hermione.
“What should we do?”
“Leave it to me.”
Before Ron could say another word, Hermione had disappeared. Ron turned the binoculars back on Harry. His broom was vibrating so hard, it was almost impossible for him to hang on much longer. The whole crowd was on its feet, watching, terrified, as the Weasleys flew up to try and pull Harry safely onto one of their brooms, but it was no good—every time they got near him, the broom would just higher still. They dropped lower and circled beneath him, obviously hoping to catch him if he fell. Marcus Flint seized the Quaffle and scored five times without anyone noticing.
“Come on, Hermione,” Ron muttered desperately.
(Chapter eleven, page 190/191)
Getting along.
Harry heard none of this, though. He was being made a strong cup of tea back in Hagrid’s hut, with Ron and Hermione.
“It was Snape,” Ron was explaining, “Hermione and I saw him. He was cursing your broomstick, muttering, he wouldn’t take his eyes off you.”
“Rubbish,” said Hagrid, who hadn’t heard a word of what had gone on next to him in the stands. “Why would Snape do something like that?”
Harry, Ron, and Hermione looked at one another, wondering what to tell him.
(Chapter eleven, page 192)
Getting along.
“How many days you got left until yer holidays?” Hagrid asked.
“Just one,” said Hermione. “And that reminds me—Harry, Ron, we’ve got half an hour before lunch, we should be in the library.”
“Oh yeah, you’re right,” said Ron, tearing his eyes away from Professor Flitwick, who had golden bubbles blossoming out of his wand and was trailing them over the branches of the new tree.
(Chapter twelve, The Mirror of Erised, page 197)
Getting along.
Hermione took out a list of subjects and titles she had decided to search while Ron strode off down a row of books and started pulling them off the shelves at random.
…
He, Ron, and Hermione had agreed they’d better not ask Madam Pince where they could find Flamel.
…
Five minutes later, Ron and Hermione joined him, shaking their heads. They went off to lunch.
“You will keep looking while I’m away, won’t you?” said Hermione. “And send me an owl if you find anything.”
“And you could ask your parents if they know who Flamel is,” said Ron. “It’d be safe to ask them.”
“Very safe, as they’re both dentists,” said Hermione.
(Chapter twelve, page 198/199)
Getting along.
The rest of the team hung back to talk to one another as usual at the end of practice, but Harry headed straight back to the Gryffindor common room, where he found Ron and Hermione playing chess. Chess was the only thing Hermione ever lost at, something Harry and Ron thought was very good for her.
“Don’t talk to me for a moment,” said Ron when Harry sat down next to him, “I need to concen—” He caught sight of Harry’s face. “What’s the matter with you? You look terrible.”
Speaking quietly so that no one else would hear, Harry told the other two about Snape’s sudden, sinister desire to be a Quidditch referee.
“Don’t play,” said Hermione at once.
“Say you’re ill,” said Ron.
“Pretend to break your leg,” Hermione suggested.
“Really break your leg,” said Ron.
(Chapter thirteen, Nicolas Flamel, page 217)
Getting along.
“I never thought to look in here!” she whispered excitedly. “I got this out of the library weeks ago for a bit of light reading.”
“Light?” said Ron, but Hermione told him to be quiet until she’d looked something up, and started flicking frantically through the pages, muttering to herself.
At last she found what she was looking for.
“I knew it! I knew it!”
“Are we allowed to speak yet?” said Ron grumpily. Hermione ignored him.
“Nicolas Flamel,” she whispered dramatically,” is the only known maker of the [Philosopher]’s Stone!”
This didn’t quite have the effect she’d expected.
“The what?” said Harry and Ron.
“Oh, honestly, don’t you two read? Look—read that, there.”
She pushed the book toward them, and Harry and Ron read:
…
“See?” said Hermione, when Harry and Ron had finished. “The dog must be guarding Flamel’s [Philosopher]’s Stone! I bet he asked Dumbledore to keep it safe for him, because they’re friends and he knew someone was after it, that’s why he wanted the Stone moved out of Gringotts!”
“A stone that makes gold and stops you from ever dying!” said Harry. “No wonder Snape’s after it! Anyone would want it.”
“And no wonder we couldn’t find Flamel in that Study of Recent Developments in Wizardry,” said Ron. “He’s not exactly recent if he’s six hundred and sixty-five, is he?”
(Chapter thirteen, pages 219/220)
This is subjective, but I think they’re mostly getting along. Btw, my copy of the book says Sorcerer's Stone, but as it really is Philosopher's Stone, I put that in brackets.
Ron and Hermione, meanwhile, had found a place in the stands next to Neville, who couldn’t understand why they looked so grim and worried, or why they had both brought their wands to the match. Little did Harry know that Ron and Hermione had been secretly practicing the Leg-Locker Curse. They’d gotten the idea from Malfoy using it on Neville, and were ready to use it on Snape if he showed any sign of wanting to hurt Harry.
“Now, don’t forget, it’s Locomotor Mortis,” Hermione muttered as Ron slipped his wand up his sleeve.
“I know,” Ron snapped. “Don’t nag.”
…
“I’ve never seen Snape look so mean,” he told Hermione. “Look, they’re off. Ouch!”
…
“Ron!” said Hermione suddenly, “Harry—!”
…
“Ron! Ron! Where are you? The game’s over! Harry’s won! We’ve won! Gryffindor is in the lead!” shrieked Hermione, dancing up and down on her seat and hugging Parvati Patil in the row in front.
(Chapter thirteen, pages 221-224)
Getting along, for the most part, though the bit they didn’t doesn’t seem to faze them later.
“Harry, where have you been?” Hermione squeaked.
“We won! You won! We won!” shouted Ron, thumping Harry on the back.
…
“So you mean the Stone’s only safe as long as Quirrell stands up to Snape?” said Hermione in alarm.
“It’ll be gone by next Tuesday,” said Ron.
(Chapter thirteen, page 227)
Getting along.
“Hermione, the exams are ages away.”
“Ten weeks,” Hermione snapped. “That’s not ages, that’s like a second to Nicolas Flamel.”
“But we’re not six hundred years old,” Ron reminded her. “Anyway, what are you studying for, you already know it all.”
“What am I studying for? Are you crazy? You realize we need to pass these exams to get into the second year? They’re very important, I should have started studying a month ago, I don’t know what’s gotten into me…”
(Chapter fourteen, Norbert the Norwegian Ridgeback, page 228/229)
Not getting along.
“What was he hiding behind his back?” said Hermione thoughtfully.
“Do you think it had anything to do with the Stone?”
“I’m going to see what section he was in,” said Ron, who’d had enough of working.
…
“But there aren’t wild dragons in Britain?” said Harry.
“Of course there are,” said Ron. “Common Welsh Green and Hebridean Blacks. The Ministry of Magic has a job hushing them up, I can tell you. Our kind have to keep putting spells on Muggles who’ve spotted them, to make them forget.”
“So what on earth’s Hagrid up to?” said Hermione.
(Chapter fourteen, page 230/231)
Getting along.
Hagrid’s chest swelled at these last words. Harry and Ron beamed at Hermione.
…
“Where did you get it, Hagrid?” said Ron, crouching over the fire to get a closer look at the egg. “It must’ve cost you a fortune.”
“Won it,” said Hagrid. “Las’ night. I was down in the village having’ a few drinks an’ got into a game o’ cards with a stranger. Think he was quite glad ter be rid of it, ter be honest.”
“But what are you going to do with it when it’s hatched?” said Hermione.
(Chapter fourteen, page 232/233)
Getting along.
Hermione had now started making study schedules for Harry and Ron, too. It was driving them nuts.
…
Ron wanted to skip Herbology and go straight down to the hut. Hermione wouldn’t hear of it.
“Hermione, how many times in our lives are we going to see a dragon hatching?”
“We’ve got lessons, we’ll get into trouble, and that’s nothing to what Hagrid’s going to be in when someone finds out what he’s doing—”
…
Ron and Hermione argued all the way to Herbology and in the end, Hermione agreed to run down to Hagrid’s with the other two during morning break.
(Chapter fourteen, page 234)
Not getting along.
Harry and Hermione rushed up to the hospital wing at the end of the day to find Ron in a terrible state in bed.
…
Harry and Hermione tried to calm Ron down.
“It’ll all be over at midnight on Saturday,” said Hermione, but this didn’t soothe Ron at all.
(Chapter fourteen, page 238)
Getting along.
Harry went back to the library, where Hermione was testing Ron on Astronomy. Harry told them what he’d heard.
“Snape’s done it, then!” said Ron. “If Quirrell’s told him how to break his Anti-Dark Force spell—”
“There’s still Fluffy, though,” said Hermione.
“Maybe Snape’s found a way to get past him without asking Hagrid,” said Ron, looking up at the thousands of books surrounding them. “I bet there’s a book somewhere in here telling you how to get past a giant three-headed dog. So what do we do, Harry?”
The light of adventure was kindling in Ron’s eyes, but Hermione answered before Harry could.
…
Hermione looked convinced, but Ron didn’t.
“If we just do a bit of poking around—”
“No,” said Harry flatly, “we’ve done enough poking around.”
(Chapter fifteen, The Forbidden Forest, pages 246/247)
Getting along.
Ron had fallen asleep in the dark common room, waiting for them to return. He shouted something about Quidditch fouls when Harry roughly shook him awake. In a matter of seconds, though, he was wide-eyed as Harry began to tell him and Hermione what happened in the forest.
Harry couldn’t sit down. He paced up and down in front of the fire. He was still shaking.
“Snape wants the stone for Voldemort…and Voldemort’s waiting in the forest…and all this time we thought Snape just wanted to get rich….”
“Stop saying the name!” said Ron in a terrified whisper, as if he thought Voldemort could hear them.
Harry wasn’t listening.
“Firenze saved me, but he shouldn’t have done so….Bane was furious…he was talking about interfering with what the planets say is going to happen….They must show that Voldemort’s coming back….Bane thinks Firenze should have let Voldemort kill me….I suppose that’s written in the stars as well.”
“Will you stop saying the name!" Ron hissed.
“So all I’ve got to wait for now is Snape to steal the Stone,” Harry went on feverishly, “then Voldemort will be able to come back and finish me off….Well, I suppose Bane’ll be happy.”
Hermione looked very frightened, but she had a word of comfort.
(Chapter fifteen, page 260)
Getting along.
“No more studying,” Ron sighed happily, stretching out on the grass. “You could look more cheerful, Harry, we’ve got a week before we find out how badly we’ve done, there’s no need to worry yet.”
Harry was rubbing his forehead.
“I wish I knew what this means!” he burst out angrily. “My scar keeps hurting—it’s happened before, but never as often as this.”
“Go to Madam Pomfrey,” Hermione suggested.
“I’m not ill,” said Harry. “I think it’s a warning…it means danger’s coming….”
Ron couldn’t get worked up, it was too hot.
“Harry, relax, Hermione’s right, the Stone’s safe as long as Dumbledore’s around. Anyway, we’ve never had any proof Snape found out how to get past Fluffy. He nearly had his leg ripped off once, he’s not going to try it again in a hurry. And Neville will play Quidditch for England before Hagrid lets Dumbledore down.”
(Chapter sixteen, Through the Trapdoor, page 264)
Getting along.
Out on the stone steps, Harry turned to the others.
“Right, here’s what we’ve got to do,” he whispered urgently. “One of us has got to keep an eye on Snape—wait outside the staff room and follow him if he leaves it. Hermione, you’d better do that.”
“Why me?”
“It’s obvious,” said Ron. “You can pretend to be waiting for Professor Flitwick, you know.” He put on a high voice, “‘Oh Professor Flitwick, I’m so worried, I think I got question fourteen b wrong….’”
“Oh, shut up,” said Hermione, but she agreed to go and watch out for Snape.
(Chapter sixteen, page 269)
Subjective, but I’m tallying it under getting along.
“I’m going out of here tonight and I’m going to try and get to the Stone first.”
“You’re mad!” said Ron.
“You can’t!” said Hermione. “After what McGonagall and Snape said? You’ll be expelled!”
…
“You’re right, Harry,” said Hermione in a small voice.
“I’ll use the invisibility cloak,” said Harry. “It’s just lucky I got it back.”
“But will it cover all three of us?” said Ron.
“All—all three of us?”
“Oh, come off it, you don’t think we’d let you go alone?”
“Of course not,” said Hermione briskly. “How do you think you’d get to the Stone without us? I’d better go and look through my books, there might be something useful….”
(Chapter sixteen, page 270/271)
Getting along.
“It’s the full Body-Bind,” said Hermione miserably. “Oh, Neville, I’m so sorry.”
“We had to, Neville, no time to explain,” said Harry.
“You’ll understand later, Neville,” said Ron as they stepped over him and pulled on the invisibility cloak.
(Chapter sixteen, page 273)
Getting along.
“If you want to go back, I won’t blame you,” he said. “You can take the cloak, I won’t need it now.”
“Don’t be stupid,” said Ron.
“We’re coming,” said Hermione.
(Chapter sixteen, page 275)
Getting along.
“I think we’ll be able to pull the door open,” said Ron, peering over the dog’s back. “Want to go first, Hermione?”
“No, I don’t!”
“All right.” Ron gritted his teeth and stepped carefully over the dog’s legs. He bent and pulled the ring of the trapdoor, which swung up and open.
“What can you see?” Hermione said anxiously.
“Nothing—just black—there’s no way of climbing down, we’ll have to drop.”
(Chapter sixteen, page 276)
Getting along.
“We must be miles under the school,” she said.
“Lucky this plant thing’s here, really,” said Ron.
“Lucky!” shrieked Hermione. “Look at you both!”
…
“Stop moving!” Hermione ordered them. “I know what this is—it’s Devil’s Snare!”
“Oh, I’m so glad we know what it’s called, that’s a great help,” snarled Ron, leaning back, trying to stop the plant from curling around his neck.
“Shut up, I’m trying to remember how to kill it!” said Hermione.
“Well, hurry up, I can’t breathe!” Harry gasped, wrestling with it as it curled around his chest.
“Devil’s Snare, Devil’s Snare…what did Professor Sprout say?—it likes the dark and the damp—”
“So light a fire!” Harry choked.
“Yes—of course—but there’s no wood!” Hermione cried, wringing her hands.
“HAVE YOU GONE MAD?” Ron bellowed. “ARE YOU A WITCH OR NOT?”
(Chapter sixteen, page 277/278)
Also subjective, but I’ll put it under not getting along.
“Ron, you come at it from above—Hermione, stay below and stop it from going down—and I’ll try to catch it. Right, NOW!”
Ron dived, Hermione rocketed upward, the key dodged them both, and Harry streaked after it; it sped toward the wall, Harry leaned forward and with a nasty, crunching noise, pinned it against the stone with one hand. Ron and Hermione’s cheers echoes across the high chamber.
(Chapter sixteen, page 280/281)
Getting along.
Harry and Hermione stayed quiet, watching Ron think. Finally he said, “Now, don’t be offended or anything, but neither of you are that good at chess—”
“We’re not offended,” said Harry quickly. “Just tell us what to do.”
“Well, Harry, you take the place of that bishop, and Hermione, you go next to him instead of that castle.”
“What about you?”
“I’m going to be a knight,” said Ron.
…
“Yes…” said Ron softly, “it’s the only way…I’ve got to be taken.”
“NO!” Harry and Hermione shouted.
“That’s chess!” snapped Ron. “You’ve got to make some sacrifices! I take one step forward, and she’ll take me—that leaves you free to checkmate the king, Harry!”
…
She struck Ron hard across the head with her stone arm, and he crashed to the floor—Hermione screamed but stayed on her square—the white queen dragged Ron to one side.
…
With one last, desperate look back at Ron, Harry and Hermione charged through the door and up the next passageway.
“What if he’s—?”
“He’ll be all right,” said Harry, trying to convince himself.
(Chapter sixteen, page 282-284)
Getting along.
“Three days. Mr. Ronald Weasley and Miss Granger will be most relieved you have come round, they have been extremely worried.”
(Chapter seventeen, The Man with Two Faces, page 296)
Getting along.
And she let Ron and Hermione in.
“Harry!”
Hermione looked ready to fling her arms around him again, but Harry was glad she held herself in as his head was still very sore.
“Oh, Harry, we were sure you were going to—Dumbledore was so worried—”
“The whole school’s talking about it,” said Ron. “What really happened?”
It was one of those rare occasions where the true story is even more strange and exciting than the wild rumors. Harry told them everything: Quirrell; the mirror; the Stone; and Voldemort. Ron and Hermione were a very good audience; they gasped in all the right places, and when Harry told them what was under Quirrell’s turban, Hermione screamed out loud.
…
“Well, I got back all right,” said Hermione. “I brought Ron round—that took a while—and we were dashing up to the owlery to contact Dumbledore when we met him in the entrance hall—he already knew—he just said, ‘Harry’s gone after him, hasn’t he?’ and hurtled off to the third floor.”
“D’you think he meant you to do it?” said Ron. “Sending you your father’s cloak and everything?”
“Well,” Hermione exploded, “if he did—I mean to say—that’s terrible—you could have been killed.”
(Chapter seventeen, pages 301/302)
Getting along.
“You must come and stay this summer,” said Ron, “both of you—I’ll send you an owl.”
…
Harry hung back for a last word with Ron and Hermione.
“See you over the summer, then.”
“Hope you have—er—a good holiday,” said Hermione, looking uncertainly after Uncle Vernon, shocked that anyone could be so unpleasant.
“Oh, I will,” said Harry, and they were surprised at the grin that was spreading over his face. “They don’t know we’re not allowed to use magic at home. I’m going to have a lot of fun with Dudley this summer…”
(Chapter seventeen, pages 308/309)
Getting along.
And there we have it—pretty much every single scene in PS/SS that Ron and Hermione are in together. I’ve copied down a total of thirty-nine scenes. Out of that, twenty-six scenes have them getting along, and thirteen do not. That’s two-thirds of the time they’re together, they’re getting along, and this the book where Harry and Ron don’t like Hermione pretty much the first half.
I’ll be doing the other four later. GoF and OotP, especially, will probably take quite a while, as they’re so long…
So, here we go. All my copies of the books are American hardcover first editions (except Goblet of Fire, but it disappeared and I have to get a new one), so all references to page numbers are with those.
PS/SS:
He had just raised his wand when the compartment door slid open again. The toadless boy was back, but this time he had a girl with him. She was already wearing her new Hogwarts robes.
“Has anyone seen a toad? Neville’s lost one,” she said. She had a bossy sort of voice, lots of bushy brown hair, and rather large front teeth.
“We’ve already told him we haven’t seen it,” said Ron, but the girl wasn’t listening, she was looking at the wand in his hand.
“Oh, are you doing magic? Let’s see it, then.”
She sat down. Ron looked taken aback.
“Er—all right.”
He cleared his throat.
“Sunshine, daisies, butter mellow,
Turn this stupid, fat rat yellow.”
He waved his wand, but nothing happened. Scabbers stayed gray and fast asleep.
“Are you sure that’s a real spell?” said the girl. “We, it’s not very good, is it? I’ve tried a few simple spells just for practice and it’s all worked for me. Nobody in my family’s magic at all, it was ever such a surprise when I got my letter, but I was ever so pleased, of course, I mean, it’s the very best school of witchcraft there is, I’ve heard—I’ve learned all our course books by heart, of course, I just hope it will be enough—I’m Hermione Granger, by the way, who are you?”
She said all this very fast.
Harry looked at Ron, and was relieved to see by his stunned face that he hadn’t learned all the course books by heart either.
“I’m Ron Weasley,” Ron muttered.
“Harry Potter,” said Harry.
“Are you really?” said Hermione. “I know all about you, of course—I got a few extra books for background reading, and you’re in Modern Magical History and The Rise and Fall of the Dark Arts and Great Wizarding Events of the Twentieth Century.”
“Am I?” said Harry, feeling dazed.
“Goodness, didn’t you know, I’d have found out everything I could if it was me,” said Hermione. “Do either of you know what house you’ll be in? I’ve been asking around, and I hope I’m in Gryffindor, it sounds by far the best; I hear Dumbledore himself was in it, but I suppose Ravenclaw wouldn’t be too bad…. Anyway, we’d better go and look for Neville’s toad. You two had better change, you know, I expect we’ll be there soon.”
And she left, taking the toadless boy with her.
“Whatever house I’m in, I hope she’s not in it,” said Ron.
(Chapter six, The Journey from Platform Nine and Three-Quarters, pages 105/106)
Mild disgruntlement, I think. But they just met, so let’s move on.
Perhaps they thought there were more rats lurking amongst the sweets, or perhaps they’d heard footsteps, because a second later, Hermione Granger had come in.
“What has been going on?” she said, looking at the sweets all over the floor and Ron picking up Scabbers by his tail.
“I think he’s been knocked out,” Ron said to Harry. He looked closer at Scabbers. “No—I don’t believe it—he’s gone back to sleep.”
And so he had.
“You’ve met Malfoy before?”
Harry explained about their meeting in Diagon Alley.
“I’ve heard of his family,” said Ron darkly. “They were some of the first to come back to our side after You-Know-Who disappeared. Said they’d been bewitched. My dad doesn’t believe it. He says Malfoy’s father didn’t need an excuse to go over to the Dark Side.” He turned to Hermione. “Can we help you with something?”
“You’d better hurry up and put your robes on, I’ve just been up to the front to ask the conductor, and he says we’re nearly there. You haven’t been fighting, have you? You’ll be in trouble before we even get there!”
“Scabbers has been fighting, not us,” said Ron, scowling at her. “Would you mind leaving while we change?”
“All right—I only came in here because people outside are acting very childishly, racing up and down the corridors,” said Hermione in a sniffy voice. “And you’ve got dirt on your nose, by the way, did you know?”
Ron glared at her as she left.
(Chapter six, pages 109/110)
Not getting along.
“Granger, Hermione!”
Hermione almost ran to the stool and jammed the hat eagerly on her head.
“GRYFFINDOR!” shouted the hat. Ron groaned.
(Chapter seven, The Sorting Hat, page 120)
No direct interaction, but Ron’s feelings are plain. He’s not happy that Hermione is in the same house he thinks he’ll be in.
“Excuse me.”
The both looked up. It was Hermione Granger.
“Can’t a person eat in peace in this place?” said Ron.
Hermione ignored him and spoke to Harry.
“I couldn’t help overhearing what you and Malfoy were saying—”
“Bet you could,” Ron muttered.
“—and you mustn’t go wandering around the school at night, think of the points you’ll lose Gryffindor if you’re caught, and you’re bound to be. It’s really very selfish of you.”
“And it’s really none of your business,” said Harry.
“Good-bye,” said Ron.
(Chapter nine, The Midnight Duel, page 154)
Not getting along.
A lamp flickered on. It was Hermione Granger, wearing a pink bathrobe and a frown.
“You!” said Ron furiously. “Go back to bed!”
…
“Now what am I going to do?” she asked shrilly.
“That’s your problem,” said Ron. “We’ve got to go, we’re going to be late.”
They hadn’t even reached the end of the corridor when Hermione caught up with them.
“I’m coming with you,” she said.
“You are not.”
“D’you think I’m going to stand out here and wait for Filch to catch me? If he finds all three of us I’ll tell him the truth, that I was trying to stop you, and you can back me up.”
“You’ve got some nerve—” said Ron loudly.
…
Ron looked at his watch and then glared furiously at Hermione and Neville.
“If either of you get us caught, I’ll never rest until I’ve learned that Curse of the Bogies Quirrell told us about, and used it on you.”
Hermione opened her mouth, perhaps to tell Ron exactly how to use the Curse of the Bogies, but Harry hissed at her to be quiet and beckoned them all forward.
…
“I—told—you,” Hermione gasped, clutching at the stitch in her chest, “I—told—you.”
“We’ve got to get back to Gryffindor tower,” said Ron, “quickly as possible.”
…
“I hope you’re pleased with yourselves. We could all have been killed—or worse, expelled. Now, if you don’t mind, I’m going to bed.”
Ron stared after her, his mouth open.
“No, we don’t mind,” he said. “You’d think we dragged her along, wouldn’t you?”
(Chapter nine, pages 155-162)
For the most part, not getting along.
Hermione was now refusing to speak to Harry and Ron, but she was such a bossy know-it-all that they saw this as an added bonus.
(Chapter ten, Halloween, page 164)
Harry is included in this, but not getting along.
“I suppose you think that’s a reward for breaking the rules?” came an angry voice from just behind them. Hermione was stomping up the stairs, looking disapprovingly at the package in Harry’s hands.
“I thought you weren’t speaking to us?” said Harry.
“Yes, don’t stop now,” said Ron, “it’s doing us so much good.”
Hermione marched away with her nose in the air.
(Chapter ten, page 166)
Not getting along.
Ron, at the next table, wasn’t have much more luck.
“Wingardium Leviosa!” he shouted, waving his long arms like a windmill.
“You’re saying it wrong,” Harry heard Hermione snap. “It’s Wing-gar-dium Levi-o-sa, make the ‘gar’ nice and long.”
“You do it, then, if you’re so clever,” Ron snarled.
Hermione rolled up the sleeves of her gown, flicked her wand, and said, “Wingardium Leviosa!”
Their feather rose off the desk and hovered about four feet above their heads.
“Oh, well done!” cried Professor Flitwick, clapping. “Everyone see here, Miss Granger’s done it!”
Ron was in a very bad mood by the end of the class.
“It’s a wonder no one can stand her,” he said to Harry as they pushed their way into the crowded corridor, “she’s a nightmare, honestly.”
Someone knocked into Harry as they hurried past him. It was Hermione. Harry caught a glimpse of her face—and was startled to see that she was in tears.
“I think she heard you.”
“So?” said Ron, but he looked a bit uncomfortable. “She must’ve noticed that she’s got no friends.”
(Chapter ten, page 171/172)
Not getting along, though I doubt Ron liked making her cry.
As they jostled their way through a crowd of confused Hufflepuffs, Harry suddenly grabbed Ron’s arm.
“I’ve just thought—Hermione.”
“What about her?”
“She doesn’t know about the troll.”
Ron bit his lip.
“Oh, all right,” he snapped. “But Percy’d better not see us.
(Chapter ten, page 173)
Concern. Not much, but it’s there.
Most of the direct interaction in the troll scene is just action, but Ron does his part in saving Hermione from the troll. Anyway, now that they’re actually friends and Hermione’s gotten more relaxed about the rules, Ron and Hermione get along better. *flips through pages*
Getting up, he told Ron and Hermione that he was going to ask Snape if he could have it.
“Better you than me,” they said together…
(Chapter eleven, Quidditch, page 182)
Getting along.
Hermione’s eyes were wide.
“No—he wouldn’t,” she said. “I know he’s not very nice, but he wouldn’t try and steal something Dumbledore was keeping safe.”
“Honestly, Hermione, you think all teachers are saints or something,” snapped Ron. “I’m with Harry. I wouldn’t put anything past Snape. But what’s he after? What’s that dog guarding?”
(Chapter eleven, page 183)
Not getting along.
Ron and Hermione squeezed together to give Hagrid enough space to join them.
(Chapter eleven, page 186)
Getting along—they’re sitting together, at least.
At these words, Hermione seized Hagrid’s binoculars, but instead of looking up at Harry, she started looking frantically through the crowd.
“What are you doing?” moaned Ron, grey-faced.
“I knew it,” Hermione gasped, “Snape—look.”
Ron grabbed the binoculars. Snape was in the middle of the stands opposite them. He had his eyes fixed on Harry and was muttering something nonstop under his breath.
“He’s doing something—jinxing the broom,” said Hermione.
“What should we do?”
“Leave it to me.”
Before Ron could say another word, Hermione had disappeared. Ron turned the binoculars back on Harry. His broom was vibrating so hard, it was almost impossible for him to hang on much longer. The whole crowd was on its feet, watching, terrified, as the Weasleys flew up to try and pull Harry safely onto one of their brooms, but it was no good—every time they got near him, the broom would just higher still. They dropped lower and circled beneath him, obviously hoping to catch him if he fell. Marcus Flint seized the Quaffle and scored five times without anyone noticing.
“Come on, Hermione,” Ron muttered desperately.
(Chapter eleven, page 190/191)
Getting along.
Harry heard none of this, though. He was being made a strong cup of tea back in Hagrid’s hut, with Ron and Hermione.
“It was Snape,” Ron was explaining, “Hermione and I saw him. He was cursing your broomstick, muttering, he wouldn’t take his eyes off you.”
“Rubbish,” said Hagrid, who hadn’t heard a word of what had gone on next to him in the stands. “Why would Snape do something like that?”
Harry, Ron, and Hermione looked at one another, wondering what to tell him.
(Chapter eleven, page 192)
Getting along.
“How many days you got left until yer holidays?” Hagrid asked.
“Just one,” said Hermione. “And that reminds me—Harry, Ron, we’ve got half an hour before lunch, we should be in the library.”
“Oh yeah, you’re right,” said Ron, tearing his eyes away from Professor Flitwick, who had golden bubbles blossoming out of his wand and was trailing them over the branches of the new tree.
(Chapter twelve, The Mirror of Erised, page 197)
Getting along.
Hermione took out a list of subjects and titles she had decided to search while Ron strode off down a row of books and started pulling them off the shelves at random.
…
He, Ron, and Hermione had agreed they’d better not ask Madam Pince where they could find Flamel.
…
Five minutes later, Ron and Hermione joined him, shaking their heads. They went off to lunch.
“You will keep looking while I’m away, won’t you?” said Hermione. “And send me an owl if you find anything.”
“And you could ask your parents if they know who Flamel is,” said Ron. “It’d be safe to ask them.”
“Very safe, as they’re both dentists,” said Hermione.
(Chapter twelve, page 198/199)
Getting along.
The rest of the team hung back to talk to one another as usual at the end of practice, but Harry headed straight back to the Gryffindor common room, where he found Ron and Hermione playing chess. Chess was the only thing Hermione ever lost at, something Harry and Ron thought was very good for her.
“Don’t talk to me for a moment,” said Ron when Harry sat down next to him, “I need to concen—” He caught sight of Harry’s face. “What’s the matter with you? You look terrible.”
Speaking quietly so that no one else would hear, Harry told the other two about Snape’s sudden, sinister desire to be a Quidditch referee.
“Don’t play,” said Hermione at once.
“Say you’re ill,” said Ron.
“Pretend to break your leg,” Hermione suggested.
“Really break your leg,” said Ron.
(Chapter thirteen, Nicolas Flamel, page 217)
Getting along.
“I never thought to look in here!” she whispered excitedly. “I got this out of the library weeks ago for a bit of light reading.”
“Light?” said Ron, but Hermione told him to be quiet until she’d looked something up, and started flicking frantically through the pages, muttering to herself.
At last she found what she was looking for.
“I knew it! I knew it!”
“Are we allowed to speak yet?” said Ron grumpily. Hermione ignored him.
“Nicolas Flamel,” she whispered dramatically,” is the only known maker of the [Philosopher]’s Stone!”
This didn’t quite have the effect she’d expected.
“The what?” said Harry and Ron.
“Oh, honestly, don’t you two read? Look—read that, there.”
She pushed the book toward them, and Harry and Ron read:
…
“See?” said Hermione, when Harry and Ron had finished. “The dog must be guarding Flamel’s [Philosopher]’s Stone! I bet he asked Dumbledore to keep it safe for him, because they’re friends and he knew someone was after it, that’s why he wanted the Stone moved out of Gringotts!”
“A stone that makes gold and stops you from ever dying!” said Harry. “No wonder Snape’s after it! Anyone would want it.”
“And no wonder we couldn’t find Flamel in that Study of Recent Developments in Wizardry,” said Ron. “He’s not exactly recent if he’s six hundred and sixty-five, is he?”
(Chapter thirteen, pages 219/220)
This is subjective, but I think they’re mostly getting along. Btw, my copy of the book says Sorcerer's Stone, but as it really is Philosopher's Stone, I put that in brackets.
Ron and Hermione, meanwhile, had found a place in the stands next to Neville, who couldn’t understand why they looked so grim and worried, or why they had both brought their wands to the match. Little did Harry know that Ron and Hermione had been secretly practicing the Leg-Locker Curse. They’d gotten the idea from Malfoy using it on Neville, and were ready to use it on Snape if he showed any sign of wanting to hurt Harry.
“Now, don’t forget, it’s Locomotor Mortis,” Hermione muttered as Ron slipped his wand up his sleeve.
“I know,” Ron snapped. “Don’t nag.”
…
“I’ve never seen Snape look so mean,” he told Hermione. “Look, they’re off. Ouch!”
…
“Ron!” said Hermione suddenly, “Harry—!”
…
“Ron! Ron! Where are you? The game’s over! Harry’s won! We’ve won! Gryffindor is in the lead!” shrieked Hermione, dancing up and down on her seat and hugging Parvati Patil in the row in front.
(Chapter thirteen, pages 221-224)
Getting along, for the most part, though the bit they didn’t doesn’t seem to faze them later.
“Harry, where have you been?” Hermione squeaked.
“We won! You won! We won!” shouted Ron, thumping Harry on the back.
…
“So you mean the Stone’s only safe as long as Quirrell stands up to Snape?” said Hermione in alarm.
“It’ll be gone by next Tuesday,” said Ron.
(Chapter thirteen, page 227)
Getting along.
“Hermione, the exams are ages away.”
“Ten weeks,” Hermione snapped. “That’s not ages, that’s like a second to Nicolas Flamel.”
“But we’re not six hundred years old,” Ron reminded her. “Anyway, what are you studying for, you already know it all.”
“What am I studying for? Are you crazy? You realize we need to pass these exams to get into the second year? They’re very important, I should have started studying a month ago, I don’t know what’s gotten into me…”
(Chapter fourteen, Norbert the Norwegian Ridgeback, page 228/229)
Not getting along.
“What was he hiding behind his back?” said Hermione thoughtfully.
“Do you think it had anything to do with the Stone?”
“I’m going to see what section he was in,” said Ron, who’d had enough of working.
…
“But there aren’t wild dragons in Britain?” said Harry.
“Of course there are,” said Ron. “Common Welsh Green and Hebridean Blacks. The Ministry of Magic has a job hushing them up, I can tell you. Our kind have to keep putting spells on Muggles who’ve spotted them, to make them forget.”
“So what on earth’s Hagrid up to?” said Hermione.
(Chapter fourteen, page 230/231)
Getting along.
Hagrid’s chest swelled at these last words. Harry and Ron beamed at Hermione.
…
“Where did you get it, Hagrid?” said Ron, crouching over the fire to get a closer look at the egg. “It must’ve cost you a fortune.”
“Won it,” said Hagrid. “Las’ night. I was down in the village having’ a few drinks an’ got into a game o’ cards with a stranger. Think he was quite glad ter be rid of it, ter be honest.”
“But what are you going to do with it when it’s hatched?” said Hermione.
(Chapter fourteen, page 232/233)
Getting along.
Hermione had now started making study schedules for Harry and Ron, too. It was driving them nuts.
…
Ron wanted to skip Herbology and go straight down to the hut. Hermione wouldn’t hear of it.
“Hermione, how many times in our lives are we going to see a dragon hatching?”
“We’ve got lessons, we’ll get into trouble, and that’s nothing to what Hagrid’s going to be in when someone finds out what he’s doing—”
…
Ron and Hermione argued all the way to Herbology and in the end, Hermione agreed to run down to Hagrid’s with the other two during morning break.
(Chapter fourteen, page 234)
Not getting along.
Harry and Hermione rushed up to the hospital wing at the end of the day to find Ron in a terrible state in bed.
…
Harry and Hermione tried to calm Ron down.
“It’ll all be over at midnight on Saturday,” said Hermione, but this didn’t soothe Ron at all.
(Chapter fourteen, page 238)
Getting along.
Harry went back to the library, where Hermione was testing Ron on Astronomy. Harry told them what he’d heard.
“Snape’s done it, then!” said Ron. “If Quirrell’s told him how to break his Anti-Dark Force spell—”
“There’s still Fluffy, though,” said Hermione.
“Maybe Snape’s found a way to get past him without asking Hagrid,” said Ron, looking up at the thousands of books surrounding them. “I bet there’s a book somewhere in here telling you how to get past a giant three-headed dog. So what do we do, Harry?”
The light of adventure was kindling in Ron’s eyes, but Hermione answered before Harry could.
…
Hermione looked convinced, but Ron didn’t.
“If we just do a bit of poking around—”
“No,” said Harry flatly, “we’ve done enough poking around.”
(Chapter fifteen, The Forbidden Forest, pages 246/247)
Getting along.
Ron had fallen asleep in the dark common room, waiting for them to return. He shouted something about Quidditch fouls when Harry roughly shook him awake. In a matter of seconds, though, he was wide-eyed as Harry began to tell him and Hermione what happened in the forest.
Harry couldn’t sit down. He paced up and down in front of the fire. He was still shaking.
“Snape wants the stone for Voldemort…and Voldemort’s waiting in the forest…and all this time we thought Snape just wanted to get rich….”
“Stop saying the name!” said Ron in a terrified whisper, as if he thought Voldemort could hear them.
Harry wasn’t listening.
“Firenze saved me, but he shouldn’t have done so….Bane was furious…he was talking about interfering with what the planets say is going to happen….They must show that Voldemort’s coming back….Bane thinks Firenze should have let Voldemort kill me….I suppose that’s written in the stars as well.”
“Will you stop saying the name!" Ron hissed.
“So all I’ve got to wait for now is Snape to steal the Stone,” Harry went on feverishly, “then Voldemort will be able to come back and finish me off….Well, I suppose Bane’ll be happy.”
Hermione looked very frightened, but she had a word of comfort.
(Chapter fifteen, page 260)
Getting along.
“No more studying,” Ron sighed happily, stretching out on the grass. “You could look more cheerful, Harry, we’ve got a week before we find out how badly we’ve done, there’s no need to worry yet.”
Harry was rubbing his forehead.
“I wish I knew what this means!” he burst out angrily. “My scar keeps hurting—it’s happened before, but never as often as this.”
“Go to Madam Pomfrey,” Hermione suggested.
“I’m not ill,” said Harry. “I think it’s a warning…it means danger’s coming….”
Ron couldn’t get worked up, it was too hot.
“Harry, relax, Hermione’s right, the Stone’s safe as long as Dumbledore’s around. Anyway, we’ve never had any proof Snape found out how to get past Fluffy. He nearly had his leg ripped off once, he’s not going to try it again in a hurry. And Neville will play Quidditch for England before Hagrid lets Dumbledore down.”
(Chapter sixteen, Through the Trapdoor, page 264)
Getting along.
Out on the stone steps, Harry turned to the others.
“Right, here’s what we’ve got to do,” he whispered urgently. “One of us has got to keep an eye on Snape—wait outside the staff room and follow him if he leaves it. Hermione, you’d better do that.”
“Why me?”
“It’s obvious,” said Ron. “You can pretend to be waiting for Professor Flitwick, you know.” He put on a high voice, “‘Oh Professor Flitwick, I’m so worried, I think I got question fourteen b wrong….’”
“Oh, shut up,” said Hermione, but she agreed to go and watch out for Snape.
(Chapter sixteen, page 269)
Subjective, but I’m tallying it under getting along.
“I’m going out of here tonight and I’m going to try and get to the Stone first.”
“You’re mad!” said Ron.
“You can’t!” said Hermione. “After what McGonagall and Snape said? You’ll be expelled!”
…
“You’re right, Harry,” said Hermione in a small voice.
“I’ll use the invisibility cloak,” said Harry. “It’s just lucky I got it back.”
“But will it cover all three of us?” said Ron.
“All—all three of us?”
“Oh, come off it, you don’t think we’d let you go alone?”
“Of course not,” said Hermione briskly. “How do you think you’d get to the Stone without us? I’d better go and look through my books, there might be something useful….”
(Chapter sixteen, page 270/271)
Getting along.
“It’s the full Body-Bind,” said Hermione miserably. “Oh, Neville, I’m so sorry.”
“We had to, Neville, no time to explain,” said Harry.
“You’ll understand later, Neville,” said Ron as they stepped over him and pulled on the invisibility cloak.
(Chapter sixteen, page 273)
Getting along.
“If you want to go back, I won’t blame you,” he said. “You can take the cloak, I won’t need it now.”
“Don’t be stupid,” said Ron.
“We’re coming,” said Hermione.
(Chapter sixteen, page 275)
Getting along.
“I think we’ll be able to pull the door open,” said Ron, peering over the dog’s back. “Want to go first, Hermione?”
“No, I don’t!”
“All right.” Ron gritted his teeth and stepped carefully over the dog’s legs. He bent and pulled the ring of the trapdoor, which swung up and open.
“What can you see?” Hermione said anxiously.
“Nothing—just black—there’s no way of climbing down, we’ll have to drop.”
(Chapter sixteen, page 276)
Getting along.
“We must be miles under the school,” she said.
“Lucky this plant thing’s here, really,” said Ron.
“Lucky!” shrieked Hermione. “Look at you both!”
…
“Stop moving!” Hermione ordered them. “I know what this is—it’s Devil’s Snare!”
“Oh, I’m so glad we know what it’s called, that’s a great help,” snarled Ron, leaning back, trying to stop the plant from curling around his neck.
“Shut up, I’m trying to remember how to kill it!” said Hermione.
“Well, hurry up, I can’t breathe!” Harry gasped, wrestling with it as it curled around his chest.
“Devil’s Snare, Devil’s Snare…what did Professor Sprout say?—it likes the dark and the damp—”
“So light a fire!” Harry choked.
“Yes—of course—but there’s no wood!” Hermione cried, wringing her hands.
“HAVE YOU GONE MAD?” Ron bellowed. “ARE YOU A WITCH OR NOT?”
(Chapter sixteen, page 277/278)
Also subjective, but I’ll put it under not getting along.
“Ron, you come at it from above—Hermione, stay below and stop it from going down—and I’ll try to catch it. Right, NOW!”
Ron dived, Hermione rocketed upward, the key dodged them both, and Harry streaked after it; it sped toward the wall, Harry leaned forward and with a nasty, crunching noise, pinned it against the stone with one hand. Ron and Hermione’s cheers echoes across the high chamber.
(Chapter sixteen, page 280/281)
Getting along.
Harry and Hermione stayed quiet, watching Ron think. Finally he said, “Now, don’t be offended or anything, but neither of you are that good at chess—”
“We’re not offended,” said Harry quickly. “Just tell us what to do.”
“Well, Harry, you take the place of that bishop, and Hermione, you go next to him instead of that castle.”
“What about you?”
“I’m going to be a knight,” said Ron.
…
“Yes…” said Ron softly, “it’s the only way…I’ve got to be taken.”
“NO!” Harry and Hermione shouted.
“That’s chess!” snapped Ron. “You’ve got to make some sacrifices! I take one step forward, and she’ll take me—that leaves you free to checkmate the king, Harry!”
…
She struck Ron hard across the head with her stone arm, and he crashed to the floor—Hermione screamed but stayed on her square—the white queen dragged Ron to one side.
…
With one last, desperate look back at Ron, Harry and Hermione charged through the door and up the next passageway.
“What if he’s—?”
“He’ll be all right,” said Harry, trying to convince himself.
(Chapter sixteen, page 282-284)
Getting along.
“Three days. Mr. Ronald Weasley and Miss Granger will be most relieved you have come round, they have been extremely worried.”
(Chapter seventeen, The Man with Two Faces, page 296)
Getting along.
And she let Ron and Hermione in.
“Harry!”
Hermione looked ready to fling her arms around him again, but Harry was glad she held herself in as his head was still very sore.
“Oh, Harry, we were sure you were going to—Dumbledore was so worried—”
“The whole school’s talking about it,” said Ron. “What really happened?”
It was one of those rare occasions where the true story is even more strange and exciting than the wild rumors. Harry told them everything: Quirrell; the mirror; the Stone; and Voldemort. Ron and Hermione were a very good audience; they gasped in all the right places, and when Harry told them what was under Quirrell’s turban, Hermione screamed out loud.
…
“Well, I got back all right,” said Hermione. “I brought Ron round—that took a while—and we were dashing up to the owlery to contact Dumbledore when we met him in the entrance hall—he already knew—he just said, ‘Harry’s gone after him, hasn’t he?’ and hurtled off to the third floor.”
“D’you think he meant you to do it?” said Ron. “Sending you your father’s cloak and everything?”
“Well,” Hermione exploded, “if he did—I mean to say—that’s terrible—you could have been killed.”
(Chapter seventeen, pages 301/302)
Getting along.
“You must come and stay this summer,” said Ron, “both of you—I’ll send you an owl.”
…
Harry hung back for a last word with Ron and Hermione.
“See you over the summer, then.”
“Hope you have—er—a good holiday,” said Hermione, looking uncertainly after Uncle Vernon, shocked that anyone could be so unpleasant.
“Oh, I will,” said Harry, and they were surprised at the grin that was spreading over his face. “They don’t know we’re not allowed to use magic at home. I’m going to have a lot of fun with Dudley this summer…”
(Chapter seventeen, pages 308/309)
Getting along.
And there we have it—pretty much every single scene in PS/SS that Ron and Hermione are in together. I’ve copied down a total of thirty-nine scenes. Out of that, twenty-six scenes have them getting along, and thirteen do not. That’s two-thirds of the time they’re together, they’re getting along, and this the book where Harry and Ron don’t like Hermione pretty much the first half.
I’ll be doing the other four later. GoF and OotP, especially, will probably take quite a while, as they’re so long…
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Date: 2005-03-12 08:10 pm (UTC)Even without the statistical rigour, I've always thought that "fighting all the time" was just an excuse invented by the H/Hr people because they know, deep in their hearts, that R/Hr is so bloody obvious that even deaf and blind Buddhist monks in remote Tibetan monasteries who have never even heard of the Harry Potter books know those two are going to end up together. ;)
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Date: 2005-03-12 08:14 pm (UTC)It's especially pathetic given that R/S is my OTP and that I just passively like Ron/Hermione. :p Though of course, I'm not doing this just for shipping, but to show that Ron and Hermione are, indeed, good friends.
I've always thought that "fighting all the time" was just an excuse invented by the H/Hr people
I've thought that too. Doesn't mean I don't want to debunk it. :p
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Date: 2005-03-12 09:19 pm (UTC)I don't have any passionate interest in the love lives of the kiddies in the HP world, but I think "Ron and Hermione fight all the time" is right up there with "Sirius was a womanizer" on the list of Things That Aren't Meaningful In A Debate, Because You Just Made It Up, Stupid. :)
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Date: 2005-03-12 09:55 pm (UTC)There's a bloody R/Hr theory named after you Rynne, bit your tongue!
You ship R/Hr and I don't want to hear a word else about it, lol
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Date: 2005-03-12 09:58 pm (UTC)Where? I've certainly never come across it...
You ship R/Hr and I don't want to hear a word else about it, lol
Well, I did compile this thing. :p Still, I'm not as active in my R/Hr shipping as you are.
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Date: 2005-03-12 10:02 pm (UTC)Oh yeah I forgot to mention, I love how you posted in thread 100 without me telling you. I LOL@you saying "Prettyveela will probably kill me if I don't post" I was like "uh huh"
Well thanks for doing this anyway, I'm loving it. :D
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Date: 2005-03-12 08:59 pm (UTC)“I’ve tried a few simple spells just for practice and it’s all worked for me..."
...that Hermione's violating the law against underage spell-casting? And apparently getting away with it?
I've sometimes felt like going through the books and picking out each bit where Ron notices something about Hermione right off the bat, and Harry's totally clueless. Because, if I'm remembering correctly - and it's been a while since I read any of the books - it happens a lot.
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Date: 2005-03-12 09:03 pm (UTC)“I’ve tried a few simple spells just for practice and it’s all worked for me..."
...that Hermione's violating the law against underage spell-casting? And apparently getting away with it?
I thought about that when I was typing it up, and just shrugged it off to being another Flint. Dunno.
Hee. Ron just generally pays more attention to Hermione than Harry does. Harry just takes her for granted, silly boy.
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Date: 2005-03-12 09:07 pm (UTC)That's the only prediction I'm standing by right now. :)
And now back to the remix...which is eating my brain, ugh.
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Date: 2005-03-12 09:56 pm (UTC)I love you thistlerose and I barely know you, lol
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Date: 2005-03-12 10:21 pm (UTC)I would put money on this ship, and I never put money on anything.
(Because I'm usually wrong. Except, I was right about Bill/Fleur. Go me! Or not. ^_^)
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Date: 2005-03-13 05:38 am (UTC)