“I doubt if she’s ever used a broom in her life,” he said sarcastically. “Except to ride on, of course.”
“She’s a veela!” he said hoarsely to Harry.“Of course she isn’t!” said Hermione tartly. “I don’t see anyone else gaping at her like an idiot!”
“I doubt if he ever confronted and acknowledged his own deeper motivations, except when they were as pure as spring water.”
“And he raised his glass to her. It could have been a compliment. Or the most sarcastic gesture anyone had ever made to her.”
“I learned to fly on a broom," he said, rolling up his sleeves. "I can learn to milk a goat, I bet." Though flying on a broom proved to be the easier task, he found.”
“Of course,' I said, 'you know her so much better than I ever did.'In some ways,' he said gloomily, and I knew he was thinking of the very ways in which I had known her the best.”