The way he looks at her.
Sirius: Enough talk,Remus! C’mon, let’s kill him!
Lupin: Wait!
Sirius: I did my waiting! Twelve years of it! In Azkaban!
Lupin: Very well, kill him. But wait one more minute. Harry has the right to know why.
Harry: I know why! You betrayed my parents! You’re the reason they’re dead!
Lupin: No, Harry, it wasn’t him! Somebody did betray your parents, but it was somebody who, until quite recently, I believed to be dead.
Harry: Who was it then?
Sirius: Peter Pettigrew! And he’s in this room, right now! Come out, come out, Peter! Come out and play!
When are you going to get it into your head? We’re in this together!
“It’s okay, we can fix it,” said Hermione, pulling the essay toward her and taking out her wand.
“I love you, Hermione,” said Ron, sinking back in his chair, rubbing his eyes wearily. Hermione turned faintly pink, but merely said, “Don’t let Lavender hear you saying that.”
“I won’t,” said Ron into his hands. “Or maybe I will… then she’ll ditch me…”