"Then who," he bursts out. "You...no...Hermione!" he explodes and I know he knows. "Sirius Black," he roars, looking like a dragon, eyes blazing. The only thing he misses is spitting fire from his mouth, but if he could he would. Shame fills me once again, not that I had sex with Sirius, but that I had unprotected sex with Sirus and didn’t even notice it for weeks. It is not like he sent me a letter, reminding me, so I guess he doesn’t know either or this is all part of a huge scheme to get me out of the Death Eaters. But it is too far-fetched for that. We didn’t expect to have sex, the alcohol made us do it and both being sexually frustrated.