            "Well, you’re not funny!" Hermione snapped, pushing him back into the alley wall when she decided they were far enough from the street and prying eyes. Though she knew she was physically no match for the wizard, he seemed to have no intents on changing his position, slumped against the wall, leering down at her with an amused little smile. Hermione stepped forward into his space, her hands shoved inside her pockets to keep from reaching for him. "You listen to me, Sirius Black," Hermione whispered furiously. The smile faded from his lips. "Whatever you’re doing now—this, this pushing me away? It won’t work. Not with me. Not when we have the whole weight of the fucking world on our shoulders." Hermione took a steady breath, glancing briefly into the dark abyss of the alleyway before her gaze returned to his face. She was surprised to find him watching her with quiet contemplation.