Hermione had her back to the kitchen entrance, wearing her usual at home attire which almost always consisted of joggers and one of Remus’ jumpers, or if she were feeling cross with Remus, one of Sirius’ old band t-shirts. Her hair was piled in a messy knot on the top of her head secured by her wand, and as his gaze drifted down her body, it dawned on him that today was in fact, not a jumper, but a t-shirt day. They woke up together, had breakfast with Sirius, read a little, and then she announced she was tired and headed back upstairs for a shower and a nap. Why she was upset wit him was any guess but at any rate, they didn’t keep secrets, and he was sure she'd let him know exactly how he screwed up, and she would of course, be correct in her assessment. He needed to get back in her good graces if only to strip the shirt of her body so she no longer smelled like Sirius.