I've been whomping my willow thinking about you.
Do you want to head to the Shrieking Shack? We could do some shrieking of our own.
My love for you burns like a dying phoenix.
You can have the portkey to my heart.
If you were a Dementor, I'd become a criminal just to get your kiss.
(Point at your chest/heart) It's a port-key. Once you touch it, it'll take you somewhere you ain't never been before.
I may not be the boy who lived, but I can still be your chosen one.
Your willingness to discuss Harry Potter with me greatly increases the probability that I'll let you Slytherin my Chamber of Secrets, and that's not just the Butterbeer talking.
Without you I feel like I'm in Azkaban and dementors are sucking away my soul.
Hagrid's not the only giant on campus, if you know what I mean.