[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?""Good idea," said Harry gratefully.]
-Goblet of Fire US, chapter 18, pg 289
It amazes me how much Hermione understands Harry. Like they have some sort of telepathy going on.
And as he thought this, the scar on his forehead burned so badly that he clapped his hand to it. “What’s up?” said Hermione, looking alarmed. “Scar,” Harry mumbled. “But it’s nothing … it happens all the time now”. None of the others had noticed a thing.