            The corners of her mouth twitched into a mocking smile. "Don’t you, though? Hermione murmured, straightening to her full height. He drank her in, not knowing she was poised to spit him right back out. "All the touches when he’s not in the room. The snide remarks—the glances, when Sirius has his hands on me. You want me, Lucius. And I will admit that a part me wanted you to. But Sirius, he has me. And I don’t," she continued, lowering her voice as his eyes glinted dangerously, "ever need a man like you."