            "It’s you," she breathed out. Hermione gulped down a trembling breath, then shifted onto her knees. "Always you." She planted a hand to the right of his hip on the couch, the other coming to rest, hesitantly, over his left thigh. "Please, Sirius," she murmured, searching his face for some kind of doubt, or disgust, or hate. "Please tell me you feel the same." Hermione leaned in. His breath washed out, warm on her face.