hi i'm asking different hp fans to see what they think. So I've been thinking about the Harry-Hermione Friendship. and I admit to being puzzled as to Why they're friends-Best friends- Harry is always grateful for all the help Hermione gives him, and worries bout her getting hurt, and values her intelligence, but other than that he only mentions how much hermione nags him, and how it's boring going to the library. they dont do fun stuff together, yet, he consider her a 'Best friend' - thoughts?
I have a lot of thoughts.
For me, this friendship is one of the most important in the entire series and I could write you a novel about how much I adore these kids. So, naturally, I couldn’t resist flipping through my Harry Potter books to find some great Harry-Hermione friendship highlights.
(You named a few by the way - Harry does value her intelligence! And worries about her getting hurt! And is grateful for her help! These are all friendship things, I promise.)
But I’ll grant you that it is indeed a relationship that’s understated compared to others, particularly the bond between Harry and Ron. (Not surprising when you consider that Harry is Ron’s Number One Fan.) Rather, the friendship between Harry and Hermione is present is less obvious ways. Oh is it present.
There are some things you can’t share without ending up liking each other, and knocking out a twelve-foot mountain troll is one of them.
In the aftermath of the troll incident Harry points out that Hermione loosens up a lot in regards to breaking rules and is “much nicer for it” – a sentiment not to be taken lightly considering how intolerable she is to the boys at the beginning of the book. And she really does loosen up because not long after this she literally sets Snape on fire because there’s a chance he might be putting Harry in danger.
However, rule breaking aside, she’s still Hermione Granger and there are certain qualities that go along with that.
Yes, Hermione does nag. She does. That’s one of the ways her caring manifests. School is important – so very important – to this girl and of course she wants her friends to do well. Of course she wants them to try and succeed because she knows that they’re capable of great things. So she pushes them, she can’t help it. And yes, Harry and Ron grumble and roll their eyes, and like her anyway because that’s who Hermione is. And that’s okay.
Just because Harry doesn’t wax poetically about how dear Hermione’s friendship is to him doesn’t mean it’s not there. She gets him thoughtful gifts, she helps him through his schoolwork, she rushes into danger with him over and over again. And – notably:
Hermione is arguably the one person in Harry’s life who never leaves.
Not when the school thinks he’s the Heir of Sytherin. Not when a mass murderer breaks out of prison to come after him. Not when he snubs her for ratting out his Firebolt. Not when his name comes out of the Goblet of Fire. Not when the whole wizarding world turns against him for claiming Voldemort is back. Not when Harry rushes off to the Ministry of Magic against all sound thinking and someone dies. Not when she erases her own parents’ memories of her. Not when they’re on the run from Death Eaters and a corrupt Ministry, hiding in the woods. Not when they’ve run out of food and have no plans, no leads.
Not when Ron runs out on them.
Not when Harry visits his parents’ grave for the first time. Not when he proposes they break into Gringotts, the most secure wizard building after Hogwarts itself. Not when Harry jumps onto the back of a dragon and he calls out “Get up, climb up, come on –”
Not when their friends and family are dying and Voldemort singles Harry out – You have permitted your friends to die for you rather than face me yourself.
Hermione never leaves.
Because another way Hermione’s caring manifests is a deep, unwavering loyalty. People wonder how this girl didn’t end up in Ravenclaw, but I’d say Hufflepuff was a pretty close runner up considering how much she values personal relationships and hard work.
“All - all three of us?” “Oh, come off it, you didn’t think we’d let you go alone?” “Oh course not,” said Hermione briskly. “How do you think you’d get to the Stone without us?”
“At least no one on the Gryffindor team had to buy their way in,” said Hermione sharply. “They got in on pure talent.”
“…Bitten off more’n she can chew, if yeh ask me, all the work she’s tryin’ ter do. Still found time ter help me with Buckbeak’s case mind… she’s found some really good stuff fer me… reckon he’ll stand a good chance now….”
She had slapped Malfoy across the face with all the strength she could muster. […] “Don’t you dare call Hagrid pathetic, you foul – you evil –”
“Stop it!” Hermione said shrilly. […] She was looking, not a the spider, but at Neville, and Harry, following her gaze, saw that Neville’s hands were clenched upon the desk in front of him, his knuckles white, his eyes wide and horrified.
He walked resolutely over to the portrait hole, pushed it open, climbed out of it and found himself face to face with Hermione. “Hello,” she said, holding up a stack of toast, which she was carrying in a napkin. “I brought you this… want to go for a walk?”
Ron and Hermione were supposed to be revising for their exams, which would finish on the day of the third task, but they were putting most of their efforts into helping Harry prepare. “Don’t worry about it,” Hermione said shortly, when Harry pointed this out to them, and said he didn’t mind practicing on his own for a while.
He liked it best when he was with Ron and Hermione, and they were talking about other things, or else letting him sit in silence while they played chess. He felt as though all three of them had reached an understanding they didn’t need to put into words…
“Been having a nice little chat with her about whether or not I’m a lying, attention-seeking prat, have you?” Harry said loudly. “No,” said Hermione calmly. “I told her to keep her big fat mouth shut about you, actually. And it would quite nice if you stopped jumping down our throats, Harry, because in case you haven’t noticed, Ron and I are on your side.”
“Then I’ll go back again tomorrow,” said Hermione determinedly. “I’ll plan is lessons for him if I have to. I don’t care if she throws out Trelawney but she’s not getting rid of Hagrid!”
Even through his anger and impatience, Harry recognized Hermione’s offer to accompany him into Umbridge’s office as a sign of solidarity and loyalty.
He and Mr. Weasley took the lead across the station towards the Dursleys, who were apparently rooted to the floor. Hermione disengaged herself gently from her mother to join the group.
“You said it wasn’t just memorizing a bunch of spells, you said it was just you and your brain and your guts – well, wasn’t that what Snape was saying? That it really comes down to being brave and quick-thinking?” Harry was so disarmed that she had thought his words as well worth memorizing as The Standard Book of Spells that he did not argue.
“If you ask me,” said Harry quietly, “McLaggen looked like he was Confunded. And he was standing right in front of where you were sitting.” Hermione blushed. “Oh, all right then, I did it,” she whispered. “But you should have heard the way he was talking about Ron and Ginny!”
“You said to us once before,” said Hermione quietly, “that there was time to turn back if we wanted to. We’ve had time, haven’t we?”
“I – Hermione, I’m sorry – I didn’t –” “Didn’t realize that Ron and I know perfectly well what might happen if we come with you? Well, we do.”
Hermione had taken his hand again and was gripping it tightly. He could not look at her, but returned the pressure, now taking deep, sharp gulps of the night air, trying to steady himself, trying to regain control. He should have brought something to give them, and he had not thought of it, and every plant in the graveyard was leafless and frozen. But Hermione raised her wand, moved it through a circle in the air and a wreath of Christmas roses blossomed before them. Harry caught it and laid it on his parents’ grave.
His voice cracked with the strain, and the stood looking at each other in the whiteness and the emptiness, and Harry felt they were as insignificant as insects beneath that wide sky. “He loved you,” Hermione whispered. “I know he loved you.”
Everywhere he looked he saw families reunited, and finally, he saw the two whose company he craved most. “It’s me,” he muttered, crouching down between them. “Will you come with me?” They stood up at once, and together he, Ron and Hermione left the Great Hall.
And gosh but that list is so incomplete. It doesn’t begin to cover the little things we pick up from Harry’s point of view, the things he notices and says about Hermione in return. How could he not consider her a best friend? Friendship isn’t just laughs and fun. It’s compassion and bickering and loyalty, and frustration, and family.
“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.”