            As Sirius began asking questions about the potion, Hermione fixated on the bottle, gazing absently into its inky depths. Clearly, Sirius was appalled with the idea of marrying her. Shocked at the very least. Disgusted at the worst. Her chest began to ache—she was so stupid for thinking she meant something to him. That he saw her as more than a warm body, or his just resurrector.