            As tempting as Lucius and the couch were, Hermione shuffled onward into the bedroom. Sirius was in the shower, bright light and the sound of pattering water leaking out from beneath the door. Hermione let the steady sound wash over her as she pulled on pajamas. Bathing and brushing and cleansing could wait until he was done; there was no way she would intrude into the bathroom while he was in there.