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“Ooh, you look much tastier than Crabbe and Goyle, Harry,” said Hermione, before catching sight of Ron’s raised eyebrows, blushing slightly, and saying, “Oh you know what I mean – Goyle’s potion looked like bogies.”

US Version, Chapter 4, The Seven Potters, Page 50

“Who else is back?” 
“Only Harry, Hagrid, George and Me.” 
Hermione stifled a little moan behind her hand.

US Version, Chapter 5, Fallen Warrior, Page 72

Ron tripped dazedly toward Harry and Hermione. 
“You’re okay,” he mumbled, before Hermione flew at him and hugged him tightly. 
“I thought – I thought – " 
“M all right,” said Ron, patting her on the back. “M fine.”
“Ron was great,” said Tonks warmly, relinquishing her hold on Lupin. “Wonderful. Stunned one of the Death Eaters, straight to the head, and when you’re aiming at a moving target from a flying broom –“ 
“You did?” said Hermione, gazing up at Ron with her arms still around his neck. 
“Always the tone of surprise,” he said grumpily, breaking free.

US Version, Chapter 5, Fallen Warrior, Page 76

“Like Barty Crouch turned into a bone and buried in Hagrid’s front garden. They probably transfigured Moody and stuffed him – “ 
“Don’t!” squealed Hermione. 
Startled, Harry looked over just in time to see her burst into tears over her copy of Spellman’s Syllabary. 
“Oh no,” said Harry, struggling to get up from the old camp bed. “Hermione, I wasn’t trying to upset –"
But with a great creaking of rusty bedsprings, Ron bounded off the bed and got there first. One arm around Hermione, he fished in his jeans pocket and withdrew a revolting-looking hankerchief that he had used to clean out the oven earlier. Hastily pulling out his wand, he pointed it at the rag and said, “Tergeo.” 
The wand siphoned off most of the grease. Looking rather pleased with himself, Ron handed the slightly smoking hankerchief to Hermione.
“Oh… thanks, Ron… I’m sorry…” She blew her nose and hiccupped. “It’s just so awf-ful, isn’t it? R-right after Dumbledore…I j-just n-never imagined Mad-Eye dying, somehow, he seemed so tough!” 
“Yeah, I know,” said Ron, giving her a squeeze. “But you know what he’d say to us if he was here?” 
“C-constant vigilance,” said Hermione, mopping her eyes. 
“That’s right,” said Ron, nodding. “He’d tell us to learn from what happened to him. And what I’ve learned is not to trust that cowardly little squit, Mundungus.” 
Hermione gave a shaky laugh and leaned forward to pick up two more books. 
A second later, Ron snatched his arm back from around her shoulders; she had dropped ‘The Monster Book of Monsters’ on his foot. The book had broken free from its restraining belt and snapped viciously at Ron’s ankle. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” Hermione cried as Harry wrenched the book from Ron’s leg and retied it shut. 
“What are you doing with all those books anyway?” Ron asked, limping back to his bed. 
“Just trying to decide which ones to take with us,” said Hermione. “When we’re looking for the Horcruxes.” 
“Oh of course,” said Ron, clapping a hand to his forehead. “I forgot we’ll be hunting down Voldemort in a mobile library.” 
“Ha ha,” said Hermione.

US Version, Chapter 6, The Ghoul in the Pyjamas, Page 94-95

Hermione’s eyes were swimming with tears again. Ron got back off the bed, put his arm around her once more, and frowned at Harry as though reproaching him for lack of tact. Harry could not think of anything to say, not least because it was highly unusual for Ron to be teaching anyone else tact.

US Version, Chapter 6, The Ghoul in the Pyjamas, Page 97

“This isn’t your average book,” said Ron. “It’s pure gold: ‘Twelve Fail-Safe Ways to Charm Witches’. Explains everything you need to know about girls. If only I’d had this last year I’d have known exactly how to get rid of Lavender and I would’ve known how to get going with…Well, Fred and George gave me a copy, and I’ve learned a lot. You’d be surprised, it’s not all about wandwork either.”

US Version, Chapter 7, The Will of Albus Dumbledore, Page 113

“I’ll pack these for you,” Hermione said brightly, taking Harry’s presents out of his arms as the three of them headed back upstairs. “I’m nearly done, I’m just waiting for the rest of your underpants to come out of the wash, Ron – “ Ron’s splutter was interrupted by the opening of a door on the first floor landing.

US Version, Chapter 7, The Will of Albus Dumbledore, Page 115

The door banged open behind them and they jumped apart. 
“Oh,” said Ron pointedly. “Sorry.” 
“Ron!” Hermione was just behind him, slightly out of breath.

US Version, Chapter 7, The Will of Albus Dumbledore, Page 116

Hermione made purple and gold streamers erupt from the end of her wand and drape themselves artistically over the trees and bushes. 
“Nice,” said Ron, as with one final flourish of her wand, Hermione turned the leaves on the crabapple tree to gold. “You’ve really got an eye for that sort of thing.” 
“Thank you, Ron!” said Hermione, looking both pleased and a little confused. Harry turned away, smiling to himself. He had a funny notion that he would find a chapter on compliments when he found time to peruse his copy of ‘Twelve Fail-Safe Ways to Charm Witches’.

US Version, Chapter 7, The Will of Albus Dumbledore, Page 118-119

“I…dunno,” said Ron. “I…when I say we weren’t close…I mean, I think he liked me….” 
“You’re being modest, Ron,” said Hermione. “Dumbledore was very fond of you.”

US Version, Chapter 7, The Will of Albus Dumbledore, Page 124

She [Hermione] suppressed a sob. They were wedged together so tightly that Ron had difficulty extracting his arm to put it around Hermione’s shoulders.

US Version, Chapter 7, The Will of Albus Dumbledore, Page 126

“…Wow,” he [Ron] added, blinking rather rapidly as Hermione came hurrying toward them. “You look great!” 
“Always the tone of surprise,” said Hermione, though she smiled. 
…. 
“Your Great-Aunt Muriel doesn’t agree, I just met her upstairs while she was giving Fleur the tiara. She said, “Oh dear, is this the Muggle-born?” and then, “Bad posture and skinny ankles.” 
“Don’t take it personally, she’s rude to everyone,” said Ron.

US Version, Chapter 8, The Wedding, Page 142

“You look vunderful.” 
“Viktor!” she shrieked, and dropped her small beaded bag, which ade a loud thump quite disproportionate to its size. As she scrambled, blushing, to pick it up, she said, “I didn’t know you were – goodness – it’s lovely to see – how are you?” 
Ron’s ears had turned a bright red again. After glancing at Krum’s invitation as if he did not believe a word of it, he said, much too loudly, “How come you’re here?” 
…. 
Hermione looked rather pink and Ron’s ears were still scarlet. After a few moments, he muttered to Harry, “Did you see he’s grown a stupid little beard?” Harry gave a noncommittal grunt.

US Version, Chapter 8, The Wedding, Page 143-144

“Hermione, cop hold, let’s grab a table ….Not there! Nowhere near Muriel – “ 
Ron led the way across the empty dance floor, glancing left and right as he went: Harry felt sure that he was keeping an eye out for Krum. 
…. 
“But this time, Krum had not come to compliment her. With a scowl on his face he said, “Who is that man in the yellow?”
“That’s Xenophilius Lovegood, he’s the father of a friend of ours,” said Ron. His pugnacious tone indicated that they were not about to laugh at Xenophilius, despite the clear provocation. “Come and dance,” he added abruptly to Hermione. 
She looked taken aback, but pleased too, and got up. They vanished together into the growing throng on the dance floor. 
“Ah, they are together now?” asked Krum, momentarily distracted. 
“Er – sort of,” said Harry.

US Version, Chapter 8, The Wedding, Page 146-147

He wanted to find Ron, to tell him about Gregorovitch, but Ron was dancing with Hermione out in the middle of the floor.

US Version, Chapter 8, The Wedding, Page 150

“Ron!” Hermione cried. “Ron, where are you?” 
… 
“Ron! Ron!” Hermione called, half sobbing as she and Harry were buffeted by terrified guests. 
…. 
And then Ron was there. He caught hold of Hermione’s free arm…

US Version, Chapter 9, A Place to Hide, Page 160-161

“You’re amazing, you are,” said Ron, handing her his bundled up robes. 
“Thank you,” said Hermione, managing a small smile as she pushed the robes into the bag.

US Version, Chapter 9, A Place to Hide, Page 162

“…Oh I wish they’d shut up!” 
“All right, darling?” the drunkest of the men on the other pavement was yelling. “Fancy a drink? Ditch ginger and come and have a pint!” 
“Let’s sit down somewhere,” Hermione said hastily as Ron opened his mouth to shout back across the road.

US Version, Chapter 9, A Place to Hide, Page 163-164

Ron, a few seconds late in realizing what was going on, lunged across the table, pushing Hermione sideways onto her bench.

US Version, Chapter 9, A Place to Hide, Page 165

On the word kill, the figure exploded in a great cloud of dust: Coughing, his eyes watering, Harry looked around to see Hermione crouched on the floor by the door with her arms over her head, and Ron, who was shaking from head to foot, patting her clumsily on the shoulder and saying, “It’s all right…It’s g-gone…”
“That….that was…” Hermione whimpered, as Ron helped her to her feet.

US Version, Chapter 9, A Place to Hide, Page 171

The Patronus dissolved into nothingness. Ron let out a noise between a whimper and a groan and dropped onto the sofa: Hermione joined him, gripping his arm. 
“They’re all right, they’re all right!” she whispered, and Ron half laughed and hugged her.

US Version, Chapter 9, A Place to Hide, Page 173

It was cool, clear blue of watered ink, somewhere between night and dawn, and everything was quiet except for Ron and Hermione’s slow, deep breathing. Harry glanced over at the dark shapes they made on the floor beside him. Ron had had a fit of gallantry and insisted Hermione sleep on the cushions from the sofa, so that her silhouette was raised above his. Her arm curved to the floor, her fingers inches from Ron’s. Harry wondered whether they had fallen asleep holding hands. The idea made him feel strangely lonely.

US Version, Chapter 10, Kreacher’s Tale, Page 176

Ron had developed an annoying habit of playing with the Deluminator in his pocket: This particularly infuriated Hermione, who was whiling away the wait for Kreacher by studying ‘The Tales of Beedle the Bard’ and did not appreciate the way the lights kept flashing on and off. “Will you stop it!” she cried on the third evening of Kreacher’s absence, as all light was sucked from the drawing room yet again. 
“Sorry, sorry!” said Ron, clicking the Deluminator and restoring the lights. “I don’t know I’m doing it!” 
"Well, can’t you find something useful to occupy yourself?” 
“What, like reading kids’ stories?” “Dumbledore left me this book, Ron – “ 
“ – and he left me he Deluminator, maybe I’m supposed to use it!”
Unable to stand the bickering, Harry slipped out of the room unnoticed by either of them.

US Version, Chapter 11, The Bribe, Page 202

Ron glanced at Hermione, then said, “What if purebloods and half-bloods swear a Muggle-born’s part of their family? I’ll tell everyone Hermione’s my cousin –“ 
Hermione covered Ron’s hand with hers and squeezed it. “Thank you, Ron, but I couldn’t let you – “ 
“You won’t have a choice,” said Ron fiercely, gripping her hand back. “I’ll teach you my family tree so you can answer questions on it.” 
Hermione gave a shaky laugh.

US Version, Chapter 11, The Bribe, Page 209-210

“Don’t look at me like that!” he [Harry] snapped at Hermione. “Don’t you start on her!” snarled Ron.

US Version, Chapter 11, The Bribe, Page 215

“ – Merlin’s pants!” she [Hermione] shrieked, making both Harry and Ron jump. She leapt up from the table and hurtled from the room, shouting as she went, “I’ll be back in a minute!” 
“Merlin’s pants?” repeated Ron, looking amused. “She must be upset.” 
…. 
“Oh here she is,” Ron added, craning around in his seat to watch Hermione reentering the kitchen. “And what in the name of Merlin’s most baggy Y Fronts was that about?”

US Version, Chapter 12, Magic is Might, Page 226-227

“I think it should just be me and Harry.” 
“Oh, don’t start that again!” sighed Hermione. “I thought we’d settled this.” 
“It’s one thing hanging around the entrances under the Cloak, but this is different, Hermione.” Ron jabbed a finger at a copy of the ‘Daily Prophet’ dated ten days previously. “You’re on the list of Muggle-borns who didn’t present themselves for interrogation!” 
“And you’re supposed to be dying of spattergroit at the Burrow!

US Version, Chapter 12, Magic is Might, Page 231

“Try Finite Incantatem,” said Hermione at once, “that should stop the rain if it’s a hex or curse; if it doesn’t, something’s gone wrong with an Atmospheric Charm, which will be more difficult to fix, so as an interim measure try Impervius to protect his belongings – “ 
“Say it again, slowly – “ said Ron, searching his pockets desperately for a quill. 
…. 
He glanced over at Ron and Hermione as the lift creaked upward once more; Hermione was now whispering frantic instructions to Ron….Level two, Department of Magical Law Enforcement, including the Improper Use of Magic Office, Auror Headquarters, and Wizengamot Administration Services,” said the disembodied witch’s voice. Harry saw Hermione give Ron a little push and he hurried out of the lift, followed by other wizards, leaving Harry and Hermione alone. The moment the golden door had closed Hermione said, very fast, “Actually, Harry, I think I’d better go after him, I don’t think he knows what he’s doing and if he gets caught the whole thing –“ 
“Level one, minister of Magic and Support Staff.”

US Version, Chapter 12, Magic is Might, Page 244-245

“Respect?” Harry repeated, but Hermione shot him a warning look; apparently he was not to argue with Ron while the latter was in such a weakened condition.”

US Version, Chapter 13, The Thief, Page 273

Hermione was watching Ron fret over the fate of the Cattermoles, and there was such tenderness in her expression that Harry felt almost as if he had surprised her in the act of kissing him.”

US Version, Chapter 13, The Thief, Page 274-275

“It’s not stealing, is it?” asked Hermione in a troubled voice, as they devoured scrambled eggs on toast. “Not if I left some money under the chicken coop?” 
Ron rolled his eyes and said, with his cheeks bulging, “Er-my-nee, ‘oo worry ‘oo much. ‘Elax!”

US Version, Chapter 13, The Thief, Page 287

“Your mother can’t produce food out fo thin air,” said Hermione. “No one can. Food is the first of the five Principal Exceptions to Gamp’s Law of Elemental Transfigur – “ 
“Oh, speak English, can’t you?” Ron said, prising a fish bone out from between his teeth. 
“It’s impossible to make good food out of nothing! You can summon it if you know where it is, you can transform it, you can increase the quantity if you’ve already got some – " 
“Well, don’t bother increasing this, it’s disgusting,” said Ron. 
“Harry caught the fish and I did my best with it! I notice I’m always the one who ends up sorting out the food, because I’m a girl, I suppose!” 
“No, it’s because you’re supposed to be the best at magic!” shot back Ron. 
Hermione jumped up and bits of roast pike slid off her tin plate onto the floor. “You can do the cooking tomorrow, Ron, you can find the ingredients and try and charm them into something worth eating, and I’ll sit here and pull faces and man and you can see how – “

US Version, Chapter 14, The Goblin’s Revenge, Page 292-293

Ron wrenched the chain from over his head and cast the locket into a nearby chair. He turned to Hermione. “What are you doing?” 
“What do you mean?” 
“Are you staying, or what?” 
“I…” She looked anguished. 
“Yes – Yes, I’m staying. Ron, we said we’d go with Harry, we said we’d help – “ 
“I get it. You choose him.” 
“Ron, no – please – come back, come back!” She was impeded by her own shield charm; by the time she had removed it he had already stormed into the night. Harry stood quite still and silent, listening to her sobbing and calling Ron’s name amongst the trees. After a few minutes she returned, her sopping hair plastered to her face. 
“He’s g-g-gone! Disapparated!” She threw herself into a chair, curled up, and started to cry.

US Version, Chapter 14, The Goblin’s Revenge, Page 309-310

He and Hermione ate breakfast in silence. Hermione’s eyes were puffy and red; she looked as if she had not slept. They packed up their things, Hermione dawdling. Harry knew why she wanted to spin out their time on the riverbank; several times he saw her look up eagerly, and he was quite sure she had deluded herself into thinking that she heard footsteps through the heavy rain, but no red-haired figure appeared between the trees. 
….
The instant they arrived, Hermione dropped Harry’s hand and walked away from him, finally sitting down on a large rock, her face on her knees, shaking with what he knew were sobs.

US Version, Chapter 15, Godric’s Hollow, Page 311-312

They were spending many evenings in near silence, and Hermione took to bringing out Phineas Nigellus’s portrait and propping it up in a chair, as though he might fill part of the gaping hole left by Ron’s departure.

US Version, Chapter 15, Godric’s Hollow, Page 314

Behind both of the glass windows within blinked a living eye, dark and handsome as Tom Riddle’s eyes had been before he turned them scarlet and slit-pupiled.
“Stab,” said Harry, holding the locket steady on the rock.
Ron raised the sword in his shaking hands: The point dangled over the frantically swiveling eyes, and Harry gripped the locket tightly, bracing himself, already imagining blood pouring from the empty windows.
Then a voice hissed out from the Horcrux.

“I have seen your heart and it is mine.”
“Don’t listen to it!” Harry said harshly. “Stab it!”

“I have seen you dreams, Ronald Weasley, and I have seen your fears. All you desire is possible, but all that you dread is also possible…”
“Stab!” shouted Harry; his voice echoed off he surrounding trees, the sword point trembled, and Ron gazed down at Riddle’s eyes.

“Least loved, always, by the mother who craved a daughter…Least loved, now, by the girl who prefers your friend…Second best, always, eternally overshadowed…”
“Ron, stab it now!” Harry bellowed: He could feel the locket quivering in his grip and was scared of what was coming. Ron raised the sword still higher, and as he did so, Riddle’s eyes gleamed scarlet.
Out of the locket’s two windows, out of the eyes, there bloomed, like two grotesque bubbles, the heads of Harry and Hermione, weirdly distorted.
Ron yelled in shock and backed away as the figures blossomed out of the locket, first chests, then waists, then legs, until they stood in the locket, side by side like trees with a common root, swaying over Ron and the real Harry, who had snatched his fingers away from the locket as it burned, suddenly, white-hot.
“Ron!” he shouted, but the Riddle-Harry was now speaking with Voldemort’s voice and Ron was gazing, mesmerized, into its face.

“Why return? We were better without you, happier without you, glad of your absence…We laughed at your stupidity, your cowardice, your presumption – ”

“Presumption!” echoed the Riddle-Hermione, who was more beautiful and yet more terrible than the real Hermione: She swayed, cackling, before Ron, who looked horrified yet transfixed, the sword hanging pointlessly at his side. “Who could look at you, who would ever look at you, beside Harry Potter? What have you ever done, compared with the Chosen One? What are you, compared with the Boy Who Lived?”
“Ron, stab it, STAB IT!” Harry yelled, but Ron did not move: His eyes were wide, and the Riddle-Harry and the Riddle-Hermione reflected in them, their hair swirling like flames, their eyes shining red, their voices lifted in an evil duet.

“Your mother confessed,” sneered Riddle-Harry, while Riddle-Hermione jeered, “that she would have preferred me as a son, would be glad to exchange…”

“Who wouldn’t prefer him, what woman would take you, you are nothing, nothing, nothing to him,” crooned Riddle-Hermione, and she stretched like a snake and entwined herself around Riddle-Harry, wrapping him in a close embrace: Their lips met.
On the ground in front of him, Ron’s face filled with anguish. He raised the sword high, his arms shaking.
“Do it, Ron!” Harry yelled.

US Version, Chapter 19, The Silver Doe, Page 375-377

Ron was breathing heavily: His eyes were no longer red at all, but their normal blue; they were also wet.
Harry stooped, pretending he had not seen, and picked up the broken Horcrux . . .
The sword clanged as Ron dropped it. He had sunk to his knees, his head in his arms. He was shaking, but not, Harry realized from cold. Harry crammed the broken locked into his pocket, knelt down beside Ron, and placed a hand cautiously on his shoulder. He took it as a good sign that Ron did not throw it off.
“After you left,” he said in a low voice, grateful for the fact that Ron’s face was hidden, “she cried for a week. Probably longer, only she didn’t want me to see. There were loads of nights when we never even spoke to each other. With you gone…” 
He could not finish; it was only now that Ron was here again that Harry realized how much his absence had cost them. 
“She’s like my sister,” he went on. “I love her like a sister and I reckon she feels the same way about me. It’s always been like that. I thought you knew.”

US Version, Chapter 19, The Silver Doe, Page 378

She saw Ron, who stood there holding the sword and dripping onto the threadbare carpet. Harry backed into a shadowy corner, slipped off Ron’s rucksack, and attempted to blend in with the canvas.
Hermione slid out of her trunk and moved like a sleepwalker toward Ron, her eyes upon his pale face. She stopped right in front of him, her lips slightly parted, her eyes wide.
Ron gave a weak, hopefully smile and half raised his arms.
Hermione launched herself forward and started punching every inch of him that she could reach.
“Ouch – ow – gerroff! What the – ? Hermione – OW!”
“You – complete – arse – Ronald – Weasley!” 
She punctuated every word with a blow: Ron backed away, shielding his head as Hermione advanced. “You – crawl – back – here – after – weeks – and – weeks – oh, wheres’s my wand?”
She looked as though ready to wrestle it out of Harry’s hands and he reacted instinctively.
“Protego!”
The invisible shield erupted between Ron and Hermione: The force of it knocked her backward onto the floor. Spitting hair out of her mouth, she leapt up again.
“Hermione!” said Harry,
“Calm – “
“I will not calm down!” she screamed. Never before had he seen her lose control like this; she looked quite demented. “Give me back my wand! Give it back to me!”
“Hermione, will you please –“
“Don’t tell me what to do, Harry Potter!” she screeched. “Don’t you dare! Give it back now! And YOU!” 
She was pointing at Ron in dire accusation: It was like a malediction, and Harry could not blame Ron for retreating several steps. 
“I came running after you! I begged you to come back!”
“I know,” said Ron, “Hermione, I’m sorry, I’m really –“
“Oh, you’re sorry!” 
She laughed, a high-pitched, out-of-control sound; Ron looked at Harry for help, but Harry merely grimaced his helplessness.
“You come back after weeks – weeks – and you think it’s all going to be all right if you just say sorry?”
“Well, what else can I say?” Ron shouted, and Harry was glad that Ron was fighting back.
“Oh, I don’t know!” yelled Hermione with awful sarcasm. “Rack your brains, Ron, that should only take a couple of seconds –“
“Hermione,” interjected Harry, who considered this a low blow, “he just saved my –“
“I don’t care!” she screamed. “I don’t care what he’s done! Weeks and weeks, we could have been dead for all he knew – “
“I knew you weren’t dead!” bellowed Ron, drowning her voice for the first time, and approaching as close as he could with the Shield Charm between them. “Harry’s all over the Prophet, all over the radio, they’re looking for you everywhere, all these rumors and mental stories, I knew I’d hear straight off if you were dead, you don’t know what it’s been like –“
“What it’s been like for you?” 
Her voice was now so shrill only bats would be able to hear it soon, but she had reached a level of indignation that rendered her temporarily speechless, and Ron seized his opportunity.
“I wanted to come back the minute I’d Disapparated, but I walked straight into a gang of Snatchers, Hermione and I couldn’t go anywhere!”
….
Ron glanced at Hermione, clearly hopeful she might soften at this small instance of humor, but her expression remained stony above her tightly knotted limbs.

US Version, Chapter 19, The Silver Doe, Page 379-382

But I was listening to the radio really early on Christmas moring and I heard…I heard you.” 
“You heard me on the radio?” she asked incredulously. 
“No I heard you coming out of my pocket. Your voice,” he held up the Deluminator again, “came out of this.” 
“And what exactly did I say?” asked Hermione, her tone somewhere between skepticism and curiousity. 
“My name. ‘Ron.’ And you said…something about a wand…” Hermione turned a fiery shade of scarlet.

US Version, Chapter 19, The Silver Doe, Page 382-383

“What?” said Ron, who had been watching Hermione examining the locket. “Oh – oh, yeah” 
…. 
Hermione put the vanquished Horcrux into the beaded bag, then climbed back into her bed and settled down without another word. 
Ron passed Harry the new wand. 
“About the best you could hope for, I think,” murmured Harry. 
“Yeah,” said Ron. “Could’ve been worse. Remember those birds she set on me?” 
“I still haven’t ruled it out,” came Hermione’s muffled vice from beneath her blankets, but Harry saw Ron smiling slightly as he pulled his maroon pyjamas out of his rucksack.

US Version, Chapter 19, The Silver Doe, Page 386-387

Ron gave Hermione a tentative smile, she stalked off and vanished behind her book once more.

US Version, Chapter 20, Xenophilius Lovegood, Page 392

“The Deluminator turned out to be pretty useful,” piped up Ron. “I think Hermione’s right, I think we ought to go and see Lovegood.” 
Harry threw him a dark look. He was quite sure that Ron’s support of Hermione had little to do with a desire to know the meaning of the triangular rune. 
….
”You only agreed to try and get back in her good books.” 
“All’s fair is love and war,” said Ron brightly, “and this is a bit of both…”

US Version, Chapter 20, Xenophilius Lovegood, Page 395-396

“You’re a genius,” Ron repeated, looking awed.

US Version, Chapter 22, The Deathly Hallows, Page 425

“Get – off – her!” Ron shouted. There was the unmistakeable sound of knuckles hitting flesh: Ron grunted in pain and Hermione screamed, “No! Leave him alone, leave him alone!”

US Version, Chapter 23, Malfoy Manor, Page 447

“Take these prisoners down to the cellar, Greyback.” 
“Wait,” said Bellatrix sharply. “All except…except for the Mudblood.” 
Greyback gave a grunt of pleasure. 
“No!” shouted Ron. “You can have me, keep me!” 
Bellatrix hit him across the face; the blow echoed around the room.

US Version, Chapter 23, Malfoy Manor, Page 463

“Reckon she’ll let me have a bit of the girl when she’s finished with her?” Greyback crooned as he forced them along the corridor. “I’d say I’ll get a bite or two, wouldn’t you, ginger?” 
Harry could feel Ron shaking. They were forced down a steep flight of stairs, still tied back-to-back and in danger of slipping and breaking their necks at any moment. At the bottom was a heavy door. Greyback unlocked it with a tap of his wand, then forced them into a dank and musty room and left them in total darkness. The echoing bang of the slammed cellar door had not died away before there was a terrible, drawn out scream from directly above them.
“HERMIONE!” Ron bellowed, and he started to writhe and struggle against the ropes tying them together, so that Harry staggered. “HERMIONE!” 
“Be quiet!” Harry said. 
“Shut up, Ron, we need to work out a way – “ 
“HERMIONE! HERMIONE!” 
“We need a plan, stop yelling—we need to get these ropes off—”
Hermione screamed again from overhead, and they could hear Bellaatrix screaming too, but her words were inaudible, for Ron shouted again, “HERMIONE! HERMIONE!” 
…. 
“We found it – we found it – PLEASE!” Hermione screamed again; Ron struggled harder than ever, and the rusty nail slipped onto Harry’s wrist.

US Version, Chapter 23, Malfoy Manor, Page 463-465

“What else did you take, what else? ANSWER ME! CRUCIO!” 
Hermione’s screams echoed off the walls upstairs, Ron was half sobbing as he pounded the walls with his fists. Harry was not even sure that it had really been there. He tilted the shard of mirror this way and that, and saw nothing reflected there but the walls and ceiling of their prison, and upstairs Hermione was screaming worse than ever, and next to him Ron was bellowing, “HERMIONE! HERMIONE!”

US Version, Chapter 23, Malfoy Manor, Page 466

“And I think,” said Bellatrix’s voice, “we can dispose of the Mudblood. Greyback, take her if you want her.”
“NOOOOOOOOOOOO!” Ron had burst into the drawing room; Bellatrix looked around, shocked; she turned her wand to face Ron instead – 
“Expelliarmus!” he roared, pointing Wormtail’s wand at Bellatrix… 
“STOP OR SHE DIES!” Panting, Harry peered around the edge of the sofa. Bellatrix was supporting Hermione, who seemed to be unconscious, and was holding her short silver knife to Hermione’s throat. 
“Drop your wands,” she whispered. “Drop them, or we’ll see exactly how filthy her blood is!” 
Ron stood rigid, clutching Wormtail’s wand.

US Version, Chapter 23, Malfoy Manor, Page 472

Hermione was wrapped in a borrowed dressing gown, pale and unsteady on her feet; Ron put an arm around her when she reached him.

US Version, Chapter 24, The Wandmaker, Page 480

"I need you two as well!" he called to Ron and Hermione, who had been skulking, half-concealed, in the doorway of the sitting room.
They both moved into the light, looking oddly relieved.
“How are you?” Harry asked Hermione. “You were amazing – coming up with that story when she was hurting you like that –“ 
Hermione gave a weak smile as Ron gave her a one-armed squeeze.

US Version, Chapter 24, The Wandmaker, Page 485

The little color she had regained since their arrival had drained from her face. Ron gave Harry a reproachful look, and said, "Let's not worry about that now -"

US Version, Chapter 24, The Wandmaker, Page 496

“That,” she said quietly, “is despicable.” Ask for his help, then double-cross him? And you wonder why goblins don’t like wizards, Ron?” 
Ron’s ears had turned red.
"All right, all right! It was the only thing I could think of! What's your solution then?"
"We need to offer him something else, something just as valuable."
"Brilliant. I'll go and get one of our other ancient goblin-made swords and you can gift wrap it."
US Version, Chapter 25, Shell Cottage, Page 507

“I had to have a few goes to get it right, but,” he shrugged modestly, “we got there in the end.” 
“He was amazing!” said Hermione. “Amazing!”
“So…” Harry was struggling to keep up. “So… ”
“So we’re another Horcrux down,” said Ron, and from under his jacket he pulled the mangled remains of Hufflepuff’s cup. “Hermione stabbed it. Thought she should. She hasn’t had the pleasure yet.”

US Version, Chapter 31, The Battle of Hogwarts, Page 623

“Hang on a moment!” said Ron sharply. “We’ve forgotten someone!”
“Who?” asked Hermione.
“The house-elves, they’ll all be down in the kitchen, won’t they?”
“You mean we ought to get them fighting?” asked Harry.
“No,” said Ron seriously, “I mean we should tell them to get out. We don’t want anymore Dobbies, do we? We can’t order them to die for us—”
There was a clatter as the basilisk fangs cascaded out of Hermione’s arms. Running at Ron, she flung them around his neck and kissed him full on the mouth. Ron threw away the fangs and broomstick he was holding and responded with such enthusiasm that he lifted Hermione off her feet.
“Is this the moment?” Harry asked weakly, and when nothing happened except that Ron and Hermione gripped each other still more firmly and swayed on the spot, he raised his voice. “Oi! There’s a war going on here!”
Ron and Hermione broke apart, their arms still around each other.
“I know, mate,” said Ron, who looked as though he had recently been hit on the back of the head with a Bludger, “so it’s now or never, isn’t it?”
“Never mind that, what about the Horcrux?” Harry shouted. “D’you think you could just – just hold it in until we’ve got the diadem?” 
“Yeah – right – sorry – “ said Ron, and he and Hermione set about gathering up fangs, both pink in the face.
US Version, Chapter 31, The Battle of Hogwarts, Page 625

“How—how’re we going to get in?” panted Ron. “I can—see the place—if we just had—Crookshanks again—”
“Crookshanks?” wheezed Hermione, bent double, clutching her chest. “Are you a wizard, or what?”
“Oh—right—yeah—”
Ron looked around, then directed his wand at a twig on the ground and said “Wingardium Leviosa!”
US Version, Chapter 32, The Elder Wand, Page 651

A group of four people emerged from the mist, standing alongside the very last carriage. Their faces only came into focus when Harry, Ginny, Lily, and Albus had drawn right up to them.
“Hi,” said Albus, sounding immediately relieved.
Rose, who was already wearing her brand-new Hogwarts robes, beamed at him.
“Parked all right, then?” Ron asked Harry. “I did. Hermione didn’t believe I could pass a Muggle driving test, did you? She thought I’d have to Confound the examiner.”
“No, I didn’t,” said Hermione, “I had complete faith in you.”
US Version, Epilogue, Nineteen Years Later, Page

“If you’re not in Gryffindor, we’ll disinherit you,” said Ron, “but now pressure.” 
“Ron!” Lily and Hugo laughed. “So that’s little Scorpius,” said Ron under his breath. “Make sure you beat him in every test, Rosie. Thank God you inherited your mother’s brains.” 
“Ron, for heaven’s sake,” said Hermione, half stern, half amused. “Don’t try to turn them against each other before they’ve even started school!" 
“You’re right, sorry,” said Ron, but unable to help himself, he added, “Don’t get too friendly with him, though, Rosie. Granddad Weasley would never forgive you if you married a pureblood.”
US Version, Epilogue, Nineteen Years Later, Page 755-756